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Not The Good Type by CyaDrew Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro]
Why everybody gotta be fake all the time
It’s kind of annoying, not the good type
Hol up, oh wait, wait, wait
Un momento

[Chorus: SeeYaDrew]
Hol up, oh wait, un momento
Leave you at your low and not your high
That’s how your friends go
What kinda friends are those?
Not the good type

[Verse: SeeYaDrew]
Hol up, oh wait, wait
Not the good type
No I’m not the bad type
Got a good life
‘Tween rags and riches
I’m less of the rag type
If I said otherwise
Then that would be a bad lie
And they mess with me now
If I didn’t have this money
Would they be around
Nah, nah, nah, ay
Nah, they all fake
[Chorus: SeeYaDrew]
Hol up, oh wait, un momento
Lеave you at your low and not your high
That’s how your friends go
What kinda friends arе those?
Not the good type

[Verse: Young Tralex]
She a bad bitch, no, not the good type
She be livin’ in the fast lane, fast life
She be tryna get that bag, wanna be my wife
I said nah, little baby, this just for the night
In this life, who can you really trust?
On my way to the top, bands or bust
Gotta go block out the fakes, I must
If you ain’t gon’ ride then you’ll bite the dust
I can’t believe I’m here
Just made my whole career
Still don’t know how to feel

[Chorus: SeeYaDrew]
Hol up, oh wait, un momento
Leave you at your low and not your high
That’s how your friends go
What kinda friends are those?
Not the good type
[Verse: Boi Mystery]
Not the best, no you wasn’t the greatest
Heart pounding, but she trustin’ my cadence
Blast off, when I drop, it’s a crater
Fake friends, only trustin’ my haters
I told you to stop, you always be crossing me
Make my homies wanna take a shot
I know that it’s not the best I could do
But the best I can do is the best that I’ve got
Don’t slow up or stop, you driven
You’re given the confidence, promises no one will flop
The coldest are hot, the ice in my tennis
My ice isn't blemished, I pull up and pop
My brothers are up, Infinity, Drew
That’s my shooters and we finna step back and hit
I cover no bluffs, you swing and you miss
Then you cease to exist, I receive no assist
I’ve been speaking in minimal context
Switch my focus I had to get confident
Everybody been saying I’m on next
Had to cut off some friends that were onto it

[Chorus: SeeYaDrew]
Hol up, oh wait, un momento
Leave you at your low and not your high
That’s how your friends go
What kinda friends are those?
Not the good type