I love the way (I love it) I love the way you make me feel I love the way (you make me feel) Baby, I love the way (you make me feel) I love it, I love it I got a bad boy, I must admit it You got my heart, don’t know how you did it And I don’t care who

Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? One sip, bad for me One hit, bad for me One kiss, bad for me But I give in so easily And no thank you is how it should've gone I should stay strong I'm weak, and what's

Every lie you tell comes true (true) But I still wanna be with you (you) I blame it on you (yeah) Bad boy make a bad girl, bad boy make a bad girl I blame it on you, I blame it on you You, I blame it on you, I blame it on you Uh-huh, so good, but I know

Black police showin' out for the white cop White police showin' out for the black cop Break em off some Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop What you doing boy, turning that blood clart Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot Robots,

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

Oh darling, I know what you're going through. The last time you came through, Does your husband know? Does he know? Does your husband know the way that The sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan