DIFFERENT TYPE lyrics

by

DC The Don


[Intro]
Still hella distorted
I just want her friend, she ain't got no type (Woo)
We do lots of drugs, we take hella flights (Woo)
My 'fit straight from Milan, it's a different type

[Verse 1]
I just be switchin' my hoes, uh
Same way I'm switchin' my clothes, uh
How much you pay for the Raf? Shorty, same what I spent for the coat (Woo)
Twenty-five hundred ain't sh*t, shorty, I spend that sh*t on some doja
Why is your b*tch in the back of the party? I'm basically bendin' her over

[Chorus]
Smashin', she my favorite b*tch, she on honor roll
She give good Amber Rose
I do what I want (Hey)
I get what I want (Hey)
Why your b*tch tryna f*ck? I say, "I suppose it" (Woo)
I brought thе bag, it ain't cheap, don't ask what I'm rollin' (Woo)
Broski pass me the peep, big еxotic smokin' (Ah, ah)
It's a B on the Cuban link, Bentayga floatin'
Calabasas, swervin' hills, it's some different motion, uh-uh (Skrrt)

[Verse 2]
I can't run from nothin', stand on sh*t for life
b*tch, I'm still a dog, this a different bite (Uh-uh)
Smashin', I'm rollin', this drank got me slowin' (Uh-uh)
Don't ask what I'm pourin', I'm high and I'm chokin', uh, uh
Like my b*tch so bi, she ain't got no type (What?)
I like my b*tch so bi that she ain't got no type (Huh?)
We do lots of drugs, we take hella flights (Hella flights)
b*tch, I'm still a dog, this a different bite (Hrr)
Smashin', that's my favorite b*tch, uh
She like how I dress, uh
I like how she f*ck, uh (Uh-uh)
She can jump in with her friends, this a different truck, uh
She gon' do it when I say it, she don't give no f*cks, uh-uh
f*ck what you sayin', lil' b*tch, I be doin' this sh*t, I don't need me a rental, huh
Me and my n*ggas some motherf*ckin' dogs, lil' b*tch, I belong in a kennel (What)
Shut the f*ck up when I walk in the room, I spent twenty-five on the dental (Shh)
Stay out the middle, this Balenciaga my denim, I really don't feel 'em a little (No)
Fashion, this a different hype, we take different flights (No, fashion)
f*ck with me, we can have some fun, let's pop X tonight (No)
It's twenty-three hoes inside this party, b*tch, I feel like Mike (Woah)
It's twenty-three hoes inside this party (Woah), b*tch, I'm feelin' like— (Whoa, skrrt, skrrt)
Smash bros (Yeah), do your b*tch one time, I end up smashin' (Smash, smash)
Only met your ho one time, could you imagine? (Yeah)
Feel like Metro, it ain't safe, we end up blastin', huh
Said, I like my b*tch so motherf*ckin' bi that she ain't got no type
Ducked off with your b*tch and now she on her knees blowin' me (Yeah)
Tell me what you need, we got .223s (Yeah)
Diamond chain, Trackhawk to the Demon, this a different speed (Skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, smashin' (Skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, smashin' (Yuh)
f*ck you mean? I can't go for nothin', I'm a different breed (Skrrt, yuh)
Fill up lean and I don't know the cost, I get sh*t for free
[Chorus]
Smashin', she my favorite b*tch, she on honor roll (Hey)
She give good Amber Rose (Hey)
I do what I want (Hey)
I get what I want (Hey)
Why your b*tch tryna f*ck? I say, "I suppose it" (Go)
I brought the bag, it ain't cheap, don't ask what I'm rollin (Go)
Broski pass me the peep, big exotic smokin' (Whoa)
It's a B on the Cuban link, Bentayga floatin' (Whoa)
Calabasas, swervin' hills, it's some different motion, uh-uh (Uh-uh)
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