Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BB, artist - Shygirl. Date of issue: 20.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BB |
| 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 bitch |
| And I win everything |
| Coulda been fucking 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 fucking on the side |
| Whoops I didn’t know |
| He was yours |
| Coz he’s mine |
| I’ve been fucking 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 fuck |
| But I guess I always do |
| If it isn’t wrong |
| Then I’m not looking out for you |
| Only making eyes at hood niggas |
| One, two of the crew |
| If you got an attitude |
| Imma take a ride with you |
| You can run and hide |
| Running game |
| Only one winner in this bitch |
| And I win everything |
| You can run and hide |
| Running game |
| Only one winner in this bitch |
| And I win everything |
| You can run and hide |
| Running game |
| Only one winner in this bitch |
| 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 bitch |
| And I win everything |