21 Lil Harold – Ain’t My Type Lyrics

Lyrics Ain’t My Type – 21 Lil Harold

Mike Mixer is in the building
Be quiet
Let the band play
I don’t get along with no rat
Can’t no rat hang around here on my block
Can’t no rat survive over here
P**sy boy

Glenwood Road, dog, where my hood at
Lil’ baby p**sy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don’t give a f**k ’bout what they think, I got my ice on
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog
Hell nah, that b**ch was ugly, she ain’t my type, dog
Nothin’ that I like, dog

Go ‘head with all that bulls**t
You always tryna get some more just like a hood b**ch
And every time you in the mall, you just be lookin’
And every summer, spring, fall, you just be f**kin’

You ain’t ’bout no money
I get tall in the sheets
Won’t lock jaw with no freak
Wipe my balls on her sheet
I’m a dog, that’s a yeet

They say, Snapchat me that p**sy
She on the ‘Gram, but in real life, that ho be musty
Ho kids so bad, they play football and they be cussin’
H-Dawg, don’t beef ’cause s**t get ugly
This an SF90 ‘Rari, we get money
Your bum a*s searchin’ for dollars, you a junkie

Glenwood Road, dog, where my hood at
Lil’ baby p**sy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don’t give a f**k ’bout what they think, I got my ice on
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog
Hell nah, that b**ch was ugly, she ain’t my type, dog
Nothin’ that I like, dog…

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