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von Bars and Melody

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See I ain′t got no type, baby name your price, yeah
Ain't about the hype, you could be a wifey, yeah
Show me what you like
Put a ring on every finger, no water just ice

You can check the price
I ain′t got no type, but I think you're special, baby
You're just what I like
We don′t check the tags, yeah, we take what we like
You a perfect ten, yeah, let me hit a strike
No losing we win, yeah, I think we alike

Shawty want to be around me ′cause she knows is fucking ice
So wavy in the elevator, said that I'm your type
Yeah, she likes to fight
Baby don′t be silly, 'cause I ain′t got all night


Rollercoaster take me up and down
Got a friend, then come invite her 'round
Grab the wack, and I′ll take you round the town
I'll take the whip, don't like the underground
Lamborghini and made us proud
L.A. made sure we never go without

Those our boys, don′t like it then get out
It goes west when we buy it by the pound
You don′t gotta stress if you ain't got fees
Baby it′s on me

I got a plan and it's overseas
Baby it′s obscene
We getting waved and it's really heat
I can′t even see
You're saying that we're young, baby, I′m 19

See I ain′t got no type, baby name your price, yeah
Ain't about the hype, you could be a wifey, yeah
Show me what you like
Put a ring on every finger, no water just ice

You can check the price
I ain′t got no type, but I think you're special, baby
You′re just what I like
We don't check the tags, yeah, we take what we like
You a perfect ten, yeah, let me hit a strike
No losing we win, yeah, I think we alike


She hopped in the whip and let me look her in the eye
She hit me out of now where, and it got me feeling high
My soul is getting darker, baby girl go kill the light
My baby getting crazy, sayin′ it's a lucky night

A'ight, cooking up an appetite
Sprite
Lila racks and all the ice
Might, just leave right now for terminal 5

She hit me up and I decline
Baby got me going crazy when it′s 7:45
You know that you are my baby and you know that you fucking mine
Ask me how I′m doing, I guess that I'm living life
She asked if she the one, but I got no type

See I ain′t got no type, baby name your price, yeah
Ain't about the hype, you could be a wifey, yeah
Show me what you like
Put a ring on every finger, no water just ice

You can check the price
I ain′t got no type, but I think you're special baby
You′re just what I like
We don't check the tags, yeah, we take what we like
You a perfect ten, yeah, let me hit a strike
No losing we win, yeah, I think we alike

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