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Yeah He's a drug dealer, a serial killer Run my heart over with a ATM wheeler And I'm still sittin' shotgun Ninety nine problems And one motherfucker that caused them (Yeah) Baby, I'm just masochistic, I should probably go (Go) But you look so good with my lipstick on your neck, you know I want you with the gold chain Make me wanna do bad, bad things Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait I guess I just got bad taste Ooh, a bad taste Makin' me feelin' blue with the sad, sad face Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait I guess I just got bad taste Yeah He's a hot drummer, fuckboy summer Kinda guy you'd never introduce to your mother Got a big ego, even bigger, you know I come over and over, but then I go home uno Letras de canciones Baby, I'm just masochistic, I should probably go (Go) But you look so good with my lipstick on your neck, you know I want you with the gold chain Make me wanna do bad, bad things Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait I guess I just got bad taste Ooh, a bad taste Makin' me feelin' blue with the sad, sad face Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait I guess I just got bad taste Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh I guess I just got bad taste Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh I guess I just got bad taste From Letras Mania