| I like bad boys
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| And I know they love me
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| They say I’ve got a type
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| I just think they’re lonely
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| It’s cold on these streets
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| Or so they tell me
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| I keep the conversations brief
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| We ain’t friends
|
| But he’ll see
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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
|
| Different faces
|
| But the road
|
| Stays the same
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| Every mans a drilla
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| Till he’s in the bed
|
| Calling my name
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| Different faces
|
| But the road
|
| Stays the same
|
| Every mans a drilla
|
| Till he’s in the bed
|
| Calling my name
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| You can run and hide
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| Running game
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| Only one winner in this bitch
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| And I win everything
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| Coulda been fucking with a guy my vibe
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| Shoulda picked one who was pretty
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| You know I like a pretty guy
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| Instead I pick em greazy
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| On the low
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| Kinda sly
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| He’s just my type
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| If he’s fucking on the side
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| Whoops I didn’t know
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| He was yours
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| Coz he’s mine
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| I’ve been fucking every night
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| I don’t even have the time
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| I like to fit him in
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| And he seems to like it fine
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| Come collect your man
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| If you want him I don’t mind
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| But I guess I always do
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| If it isn’t wrong
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| Then I’m not looking out for you
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| Only making eyes at hood niggas
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| One, two of the crew
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| If you got an attitude
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| Imma take a ride with you
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| 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 |