You’re My Type

This one for my baller niggas
That hate when the weakest ho in
The club try to approach him
Some songs the ladies love me
The girls gon' hate me for this one
But I got to do it, come on

Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?

She asked, "Is that pronounced N-Y-C?", no
That's a niche
Rock Clavin Klein so she can see K
I'm still doing one-twenty on the freeway
She still got a prom picture in her key-chain
I told her, "Look
This ain't high school no more"
And I'm tryna fuck, we ain't cool no more
Some niggas go bald just to perform
Cause all these rats be talking up a storm
I know what they worn
I know what they be liking
If they hair short
Said "They probably be dyking"
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna look at my guys
I know a fat bitch gon' look at them fries
Tell me on the side like, "Can I supersize?"
Got my meat in the ride
Go down while I drive
Some hoes ain't for show
You just keep 'em inside
Call 'em at 3AM and get deep up inside
Blow me and my homie
When you see me you don't know me you heard?

Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
You sing the song I made for
Ugly hoes and start approaching me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?

She rock the jeans above the knees
Oh, them must be some kid capris
So I spend cheese, urge, bitch, please
Your girlfriend ain't tell you 'bout me?
Kanye fuck 'em and leave 'em
Act like he don't need 'em
See titties and squeeze 'em
For no fucking reason
"Ugh, he's so classless grabbing asses
How would you do a nerd bitch with glasses"?
Pimp nigga never spent no dough on a booty
I wish I would take this
Fat hoe to the movies
Them niggas must not know the
Price of the coochie
I'ma little too rich to fuck this broke bitch
The survey says, "By the streets according
Kanye more important than Michael Jordan
Got this rap game locked
You could call the warden
Give hoes cock, then I'm gone by morning
I'm gone

Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
You sing the song I made for
Ugly hoes and start approaching me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?

Damn, I was wrong how could I stoop so low?
Come on, pull up in a four door Volvo
Dropped the top and swooped your hoe
I don't want no wild body bitch
In my wild body six
No fucking weak hoes in my fucking Regal
No bitch that's wack in my Cadillac
No bitch with a fade in my Escalade
No sluts with a gut in my Beamer truck
No road daggers in my gold Jaguar
Deep voice bitches like "Da huh da huh"
"I never thought Kanye would take
It this far, uh, huh"

Remember back in high school?
Like, prom queen, right? She was like
Thirty-seven-twenty-five-twenty-six
Now she thirty-seven with twenty-five kids
You know what I'm saying?
Now she on the come up
Trying to get a baller nigga

Bitch heard my song on the radio
She heard me on that Jagged Edge shit
Memorized my cell phone number out the blue
Called me on some
"I wasn't sure if that was you or not"
Bitch, you ain't hear me say
Kanye Titter at the beginning?
Gold-digging bitch

Curiosités sur la chanson You’re My Type de Kanye West

Quand la chanson “You’re My Type” a-t-elle été lancée par Kanye West?
La chanson You’re My Type a été lancée en 2011, sur l’album “Eyes Closed”.

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