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• Artiste: Shygirl
• Titre: Bb
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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 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