You're such a nice guy, a nice guyYou're faithful, you don't lieAfter the club, you go back home, right?R-I-I-IGHT? S-I-I-IKE!Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, manSuck my dick, you fuckin' suck, manI hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truckSuck my dick, you fuckin' suck, manI hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun itI don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'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 runnin'I'm not a cheaterbut if I'ma be accused, might as well beYou tell me you'll take me backwhen hell freezesbut females be Rushin' me outside my tellytemptation overwhelms meLike my monthly bill from Sprintthey chargin' me for a selfieChargin' me, so I gave my hotel keyEh, I was tryna be niceYou're such a nice guy, a nice guyYou're faithful, you don't lieAfter the club, you go back home, right?R-I-I-IGHT? S-I-I-IKE!Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitchSuck my dick, you fuckin' suck, manI hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truckSuck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitchI play your music while you sufferlike I'm Carmine CoppolaYou're tied up in the basementwhile I chill on your sofaLa próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo solaEstás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistolaI'm an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh)Everything over-affects me (yeah)When you joke, it upsets me (yeah)You say I'm no good at sexAnd you think I'm gross and unsexy (uh-huh)I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yep)You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! (oh)Been textin' you since threeI still get no fucking replyYou say you sleep alonebut yet your mattress is king sizeFuck you goin' in those knee-high boots?Cut it out, bitchI doubt that you're goin' to house sitIn that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi'sEvery word that comes out your mouth's a fucking lieOh, it's spring timetime for you to have a fling like a slingshotYou say don't come over 'cause you got pink eyeBut I think I got just the thing, whyDon't I bring my fuckin' 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?
R-I-I-IGHT? S-I-I-IKE!
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' 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 runnin'
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 runnin'
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 telly
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?
R-I-I-IGHT? S-I-I-IKE!
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch
I play your music while you suffer
like I'm Carmine Coppola
You're 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 (yeah)
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 (yep)
You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)
Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! (oh)
Been textin' you since three
I still get no fucking reply
You say you sleep alone
but yet your mattress is king size
Fuck 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 fucking 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 fuckin' bat and just swing by?
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