BB - 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 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