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I like bad boys

And I know they love me

They say I’ve got a type

I just think they’re lonely

It’s cold on these streets

Or so they tell me

I keep the conversations brief

We ain’t friends, but he’ll see

I like bad boys

And I know they love me

They say I’ve got a type

I just think they’re lonely

It’s cold on these streets

Or so they tell me

I keep the conversations brief

We ain’t friends, but he’ll see

Different faces

But the road stays the same

Every mans a drilla

Till he’s in the bed, calling my name

Different faces

But the road stays the same

Every mans a drilla

Till he’s in the bed, calling my name

You can run and hide

Running game

Only one winner in this ***** and I win everything

Coulda been ****ing with a guy my vibe

Shoulda picked one who was pretty

You know I like a pretty guy

Instead I pick em greazy

On the low, kinda sly

He’s Just my type

If he’s ****ing on the side

Whoops I didn’t know

He was yours, coz he’s mine

I’ve been ****ing every night

I don’t even have the time

I like to fit him in

And he seems to like it fine

Come collect your man

If you want him I don’t mind

I don’t give a ****

But I guess I always do

If it isn’t wrong

Then I’m not looking out for you

Only making eyes at hood *****s

One, two of the crew

If you got an attitude

Ima take a ride with you

You can run and hide

Running game

Only one winner in this ***** and I win everything

You can run and hide

Running game

Only one winner in this ***** and I win everything

You can run and hide

Running game

Only one winner in this ***** and I win everything

I like bad boys

And I know they love me

They say I’ve got a type

I just think they’re lonely

It’s cold on these streets

Or so they tell me

I keep the conversations brief

We ain’t friends, but he’ll see

I like bad boys

And I know they love me

They say I’ve got a type

I just think they’re lonely

It’s cold on these streets

Or so they tell me

I keep the conversations brief

We ain’t friends, but he’ll see

Different faces

But the road stays the same

Every mans a drilla

Till he’s in the bed, calling my name

Different faces

But the road stays the same

Every mans a drilla

Till he’s in the bed, calling my name

You can run and hide

Running game

Only one winner in this ***** and I win everything