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rubberband og - my type lyrics

[chorus: rubberband og]
you f+ck me good, it ain’t no secret, i’ma treat you right (treat you right)
she put up, she don’t be in the mix, this lil’ b+tch my type (she ain’t in the mix)
lil’ redbone, like yung bleu, i bought that baby ice
i’m a dope boy, i bought a brick and that sh+t changed my life (yeah)
i’m a big spender, i get your b+tch and buy her what she like (i buy her what she like)
we can go anywhere, just pick the place and i’ma book a flight (i’ma book a flight)
bad b+tches love the dope boys (yeah)

[verse 1: rubberband og]
f+ck the price, i’ma spеnd it
your n+gga broke, he penny pinchin’ (that n+gga brokе)
ball in gucci, louis, fendi
she don’t wear no lululemon
i’m a big spender
he went through her phone, seen my number, oh, he big tender (oh, he big tender)
chillin’ with your b+tch on that yacht, stuffin’ d+ck in her (i’m stuffin’ d+ck in her)
two trap spots, got the ‘bows and the bricks in ’em (d+mn)
she done cut her baby daddy off, she want a rich n+gga (she want a rich n+gga)
boy, i stayed down up in that trap and ran up six figures (yeah)
that rollie on your wrist, take it off ’cause that ain’t it, n+gga, yeah (’cause that ain’t it, n+gga)
on a bad day, you still can’t f+ck with me (f+ck with me)
lil’ bougie b+tch stay off the scene, keep that p+ssy clean
this b+tch so bad, you couldn’t even f+ck her in your dreams (d+mn)
that p+ssy good, girl, you taste better than my lean, yeah
[chorus: rubberband og]
you f+ck me good, it ain’t no secret, i’ma treat you right (yeah)
she put up, she don’t be in the mix, this lil’ b+tch my type (yeah)
lil’ redbone, like yung bleu, i bought that baby ice (i did)
i’m a dope boy, i bought a brick and that sh+t changed my life (a brick)
i’m a big spender, i get your b+tch and buy her what she like (yeah)
we can go anywhere, just pick the place and i’ma book a flight (book a flight)
bad b+tches love the dope boys

[verse 2: abgr lil cory]
yeah, bad b+tches love a trap n+gga
she ain’t thick, then i don’t want her, gotta have some ass on her
i’m a young rich n+gga, throw it back right, i might spend it on you
ballin’, that lil’ n+gga f+ck a check up, that ain’t nothin’, homie
poor+ass n+gga hatin’, n+gga, i got your b+tch on me
she say she wan’ f+ck with a boss, say she tired of lil’ homies
real hustler, i’m a dope boy, know i keep a knot on me
big+ass shoes, they oversized, n+gga, i spent some racks on ’em (yeah)

- rubberband og lyrics

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