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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 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
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 Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything
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 You can run and hide, running game
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 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