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 man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name Different faces but the road stays the same Every man's a drilla 'til 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 greasy, 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, 'cause 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, I'ma 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 man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name Different faces but the road stays the same Every man's a drilla 'til 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
Compositores: Henry Ritson (Hal Ritson), Doyelle Mitchell, Salvador Navarette ECAD: Obra #26151190