Mills Supreme - Favorite Lyrics

(Yeah)
You the type of
Yeah, yeah

(Look)
You the type of bitch I end up hating
You the type of bitch I end up dating
When I look at you I cannot take it
When I look at you I see my favorite
You the type of bitch to drive me crazy
You the type of bitch I ain't replacing
When I look at you I cannot take it
When I look at you I cannot take it
When I look at you I see my favorite

Bitch I walk in like the man
They could never understand
Presidential on the left
Put you on the other hand
Girl you know just how I roll
Tell me get it and I go
You was all about the scene
You was all about the show
Still I took you home with me
Girl I know just how it be
Shit I let you cross the toll
And I even waived the fee
We living life like its golden
Bickering every moment
Links for some drinks got the weed if ya rolling

Pull up to ya crib we getting lit we taking shots (yeah)
Dipping from her crib I hate that bitch I hate her guts (yeah)
After that we fight I'm in her rib I'm in them guts (yeah)
She so bad she argue with me I pull out the cuffs
You the type that make me wanna cuff
You the type they try to keep me from
You the type I wanna spend it on.

(Look)
You the type of bitch I end up hating
You the type of bitch I end up dating
When I look at you I cannot take it
When I look at you I see my favorite
You the type of bitch to drive me crazy
You the type of bitch I ain't replacing
When I look at you I cannot take it
When I look at you I cannot take it (When I look, when I look girl)
When I look at you I see my favorite

Yeah, I got it
Made in a sense
I duck and evade the press
I rather get on a jet
You better bet I'm the best
Im spaulding I'm 23 Jordan I'm balling, step back I turn around I know it's all in
I know I bring you tears I know
I know all of you're fears I know
I go, one in the chamber if you ever in danger, that's a snap of the finger
Dirty water the drink, double cup for the pain
I'm cursing ya name in vein
Baby you was my favorite and now I don't feel the same
Baby I f*cking hate you and love you all in the same
You cheering all of my games with pom poms
I know this ya song song
You looking so good and I'm so greedy I want some
We could still go half up on that baby I want one, mini you I want one
I put you above them
Yeah

Pull up to ya crib we getting lit we taking shots (yeah)
Dipping from her crib I hate that bitch I hate her guts (yeah)
After that we fight I'm in her rib I'm in them guts (yeah)
She so bad she argue with me I pull out the cuffs
And you the type that make me wanna cuff
And You the type they try to keep me from
And you the type I wanna spend it on.

You the type of

Bitch