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No Type.
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Ongoing, First published Nov 30, 2020
I ain't got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like
You ain't got no life
Cups with the ice and we do this every night
I ain't check the price
I make my own money so I spend it how I like
I'm just living life
And let my momma tell me it, yeah, I ain't living right
And let my momma tell me it, yeah
And let my momma tell me it, yeah
And let my momma tell me it, yeah
And let my momma tell me it, yeah
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