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You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man

I hop in your whip and take a sip then I gun it
I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin'
I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you'll take me back when Hell freezes
But females be rushin' me outside my tele, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key
Eh, I was tryna be nice

You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man (bih)
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (bih)
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man

I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
Got you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
I'm an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh), everything over affects me (yeah)
When you joke it upsets me (yup), you say I'm no good at sex
And you think I'm gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yup)
You hope that I choke on a Pepsi (yup)
Bitch you was supposed to correct me (oh)
Been textin' you since three, I still get no f*ckin' reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
F*ck you goin' in those knee high boots, cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you're goin' to house sit in that outfit, and those skin tight Levi's
Every word that comes out your mouth's a f*ckin' lie
Oh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say "Don't come over" 'cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing
Why don't I bring my f*ckin' bat and just swing by
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You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man

I hop in your whip and take a sip then I gun it
I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin'
I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you'll take me back when Hell freezes
But females be rushin' me outside my tele, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key
Eh, I was tryna be nice

You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man (bih)
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (bih)
Suck my dick, you f*ckin' suck, man

I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
Got you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
I'm an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh), everything over affects me (yeah)
When you joke it upsets me (yup), you say I'm no good at sex
And you think I'm gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yup)
You hope that I choke on a Pepsi (yup)
Bitch you was supposed to correct me (oh)
Been textin' you since three, I still get no f*ckin' reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
F*ck you goin' in those knee high boots, cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you're goin' to house sit in that outfit, and those skin tight Levi's
Every word that comes out your mouth's a f*ckin' lie
Oh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say "Don't come over" 'cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing
Why don't I bring my f*ckin' bat and just swing by
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Writer: Fredrik William Ball, Jessie Reyez, Larry Darnell Griffin, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Iricom US Ltd, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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