Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nice Guy , by - Eminem. Release date: 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? |