BB Songtext
von Shygirl

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 till he's in the bed calling my name
Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man′s 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

God, 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
(Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything)
(Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, 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 till he′s in the bed calling my name
Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man's 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