Lil Bean – no type Lyrics

no type – Lil Bean Lyrics

(Mmm, E- Elii)

Yeah, yeah, huh

Ay, it ain't no rap cap, I'm only talkin' what I'm livin"

In that bag, it's a chop, but I got rocket in my denim

I can self park but I just back it in, it's more appealin'

Ain't no takeout, I'm with a bad bitch, she cook me dinner

I like 'em thick, I like 'em skinny, ain't got no type, I like 'em pretty

Brown skin with perky tiddies, Lite-Brite, she so saditty

I like the ones a lil' aggressive, like, "Where you at? I'm in your city"

Tell her, "Pull up, come get with me", she act different off the Henny

Pull up on hеr in the whip, it got the stars in the cеilin'

She say, "Baby, where you been? I haven't fucked you in a minute"

Yeah bop, she like my outfit, I'm Beno down to the socks

I like her thighs, she say that she got 'em doin' squats

A nigga play with us, like a tire, you get popped

I'm in Miami, tryna turn it up a notch

I'm in Miami, tryna turn it up again

I think she hooked, now she talkin' like me, she my twin

That shit look good, bae, I'm tryna get you out them pants

That booty big, I can barely fit it in my hands

We in the Yams, forkin' ham, eatin' lamb, I'm in the Lamb'

F&N, it ain't gon' jam, she jelly jam

I can't fit it in my hands

She know for real, when I hit it, I'm gon' slam (Yeah)

Goddamn (Goddamn), goddamn (Goddamn)

Get you off that drank and you get, goddamned (Yeah)

She a bad bitch, we tongue kissin, hold hands

Yeah, baby, say my name when you is romantic (Yeah, yeah)

Let's go to the Yacht, I booked the flights (Flights)

Yeah, let me put some real shit in your life (In your life, woah)

Yeah, my heartbeat get you what you like (Dang)

And when that pussy up, I know you like that (I know you like that)

Fuckin' on a yacht, fuckin' on a yacht

Fuckin' on a yacht, fuck you on a yacht

Yeah, fuck you on top of all this money at the Fontainebleau

Fuck you on the beach, take a dip, then it's round two (Round two)

Yeah bop, she like my outfit, I'm Beno down to the socks (Yeah)

I like her thighs, she say that she got 'em doin' squats (Woah woah woah)

A nigga play with us, like a tire, you get popped (Woah woah woah)

I'm in Miami, tryna turn it up a notch (Ohh woah woah)

I'm in Miami, tryna turn it up again (I'm tryna turn it up again)

I think she hooked, now she talkin' like me, she my twin (Woah woah)

That shit look good, bae, I'm tryna get you out them pants (Woah)

That booty big, I can barely fit it in my hands