Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nice Guy, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nice Guy |
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? |