Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nice for What / Friends / No Scrubs, artist - Cimorelli. Date of issue: 11.05.2018
Song language: English
Nice for What / Friends / No Scrubs |
| A scrub is a guy who thinks he’s fly |
| And is also known as a buster |
| Always talkin' 'bout what he wants |
| And just sits and waits around, so |
| So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye |
| You really ain’t going away without a fight |
| You can’t be reasoned with |
| I’m done being polite |
| I told you 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 thousand times |
| I don’t want no scrub |
| A scrub is a guy who can’t get no love from me |
| Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride |
| Tryin' to holler at me |
| I don’t want no scrub |
| A scrub is a guy who can’t get no love from me |
| Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride |
| Tryin' to holler at me |
| Care for me, care for me |
| You said you’d care for me |
| There for me, there for me |
| You said you’d be there for me |
| Cry for me, cry for me |
| You said you’d die for me |
| Give to me, give to me |
| Why won’t you live for me? |
| Everybody get this goin' on |
| You know shorty and she doesn’t want no slow song |
| Had a man last year, life goes on |
| Haven’t let that thing loose now in so long |
| I been inside, so you know I like to lay low |
| You’ve been peeping what I’m bringing to the table |
| Working hard, yeah, everything paid for |
| First, last phone bill, car note, cable |
| With my phone out |
| Gotta hit them angles |
| With my phone out |
| Snapping like I’m fabo |
| And I’m showing off, but it’s alright |
| And I’m showing off, but it’s alright |
| It’s a short life, yeah |
| You say you love me |
| I say you crazy |
| We’re nothing more than friends |
| You’re not my lover, more like a brother |
| Known you since we were like 10 |
| So, no, I don’t want your number |
| No, I don’t wanna give you mine |
| No, I don’t want to meet you nowhere |
| No, I don’t want none of your time |
| That’s a real one in my reflection |
| Without a follow, without a mention |
| I’m really pipin' up, I gotta be nice for what |
| I’m really pipin' up, I gotta be nice for what |
| I keep letting you back in |
| I cannot explain myself |