Boys Like U Songtext
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Boys Like U Songtext
You got plans for me
You′re tryna keep the peace
Oh, boy, you look so cute with your hands hid behind your back
And some insult wrapped 'round your teeth
You know you′re being so nice
While you're coppin' your feel
And I don′t really know if I can hold this conversation
′Cause I ain't gonna keep my chill
′Cause you know I'm bad news
I know I′m bad news
I don't got time for you
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it′s poetry
But you're a little out of touch for me
And it's a little bit too much for me
He says he′s got the goods
And that′s what makes me bad
When really self-entitlement ain't gonna get me off
So that′s why you finish last
Yeah, you complain that you're a nice guy
What, you think I′m dumb?
Passive-aggressive doesn't seem or look attractive
So I guess you′re all on your lonesome
I heard someone say, "You know I'm bad news"
I know I'm bad news
′Cause I′m only gonna tell the truth, yeah
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
But you′re a little out of touch for me
And, baby, boys like you can't usually fuck with me
They try their best and find they′re shit out of luck with me
And 'cause of this they′ll go and scream that it's misandry
So you're a little bit too much for me
I know your tears taste the bestest
′Cause I eat boys like you for breakfast
My momma said, "Babe, when you grow up
Don′t let the bad boys beat you up"
Well, baby, I can be a bad boy too
So go get ready for a scare 'cause I′m gon' give one to you
Boo
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it′s poetry
But you're a little out of touch for me
And, baby, boys like you can′t usually fuck with me
They try their best and find they're shit out of luck with me
And 'cause of this they′ll go and scream that it′s misandry
So you're a little bit too much for me
I know your tears taste the bestest
′Cause I eat boys like you
You′re tryna keep the peace
Oh, boy, you look so cute with your hands hid behind your back
And some insult wrapped 'round your teeth
You know you′re being so nice
While you're coppin' your feel
And I don′t really know if I can hold this conversation
′Cause I ain't gonna keep my chill
′Cause you know I'm bad news
I know I′m bad news
I don't got time for you
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it′s poetry
But you're a little out of touch for me
And it's a little bit too much for me
He says he′s got the goods
And that′s what makes me bad
When really self-entitlement ain't gonna get me off
So that′s why you finish last
Yeah, you complain that you're a nice guy
What, you think I′m dumb?
Passive-aggressive doesn't seem or look attractive
So I guess you′re all on your lonesome
I heard someone say, "You know I'm bad news"
I know I'm bad news
′Cause I′m only gonna tell the truth, yeah
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
But you′re a little out of touch for me
And, baby, boys like you can't usually fuck with me
They try their best and find they′re shit out of luck with me
And 'cause of this they′ll go and scream that it's misandry
So you're a little bit too much for me
I know your tears taste the bestest
′Cause I eat boys like you for breakfast
My momma said, "Babe, when you grow up
Don′t let the bad boys beat you up"
Well, baby, I can be a bad boy too
So go get ready for a scare 'cause I′m gon' give one to you
Boo
Boys like you are easily pleased, usually
I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
They take my fingers in their mouths like it′s poetry
But you're a little out of touch for me
And, baby, boys like you can′t usually fuck with me
They try their best and find they're shit out of luck with me
And 'cause of this they′ll go and scream that it′s misandry
So you're a little bit too much for me
I know your tears taste the bestest
′Cause I eat boys like you
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