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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
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
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

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