| You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
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| You're faithful, you don't lie
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| After the club, you go back home, right?
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| R-I-I-IGHT?! |
| S-I-I-IKE!
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
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| I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
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| I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
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| I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
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| I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin'
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| I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
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| I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
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| You tell me you'll take me back when hell freezes, but females be
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| Rushin' me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
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| Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
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| Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key
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| Eh, I was tryna be nice
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| You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
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| You're faithful, you don't lie
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| After the club, you go back home, right?
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| R-I-I-IGHT?! |
| S-I-I-IKE!
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
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| I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
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| Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch
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| I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
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| You're tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
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| La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
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| Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
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| I'm an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh)
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| Everything over-affects me (yeah)
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| When you joke it upsets me (yeah)
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| You say I'm no good at sex
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| And you think I'm gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
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| I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yep)
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| You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)
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| Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! |
| (oh)
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| Been textin' you since three, I still get no fucking reply
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| You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
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| Fuck you goin' in those knee-high boots? |
| Cut it out, bitch
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| I doubt that you're goin' to house sit
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| In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi's
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| Every word that comes out your mouth's a fucking lie
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| Oh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
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| You say don't come over 'cause you got pink eye
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| But I think I got just the thing, why
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| Don't I bring my fuckin' bat and just swing by? |