Nice Guy (feat. Jessie Reyez)

Eminem

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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
    Right, sike

    Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
    Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
    I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
    Suck my dick, you fucking suck man

    I hop in your whip and take a sip then I gun it
    I don't, I don't got my self control, I hope that you run it
    I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cumin'
    I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
    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 freeze
    But females be Rushin' me outside my tele, 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

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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
    Right, sike

    Suck my dick, you fucking suck bitch
    Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
    I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
    Suck my dick, you fucking suck man

    I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmichael [?]
    You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
    La proxima yo se que mejor me quedo sola
    Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
    I'm an emotional wreck, weak, everything over affects me
    When you joke it upsets me, you say I'm no good at sex
    And you think I'm gross and unsexy
    I need scope 'cause my breath stinks
    You hope that I choke on a Pepsi
    Bitch you was supposed to correct me
    Been texting you since three, I still get no fucking reply
    You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
    Fuck you going in those knee high boots, cut it out bitch
    I doubt that you're going to house sit in that outfit, no 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 fucking bat and just swing by

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    Composición: Eminem, Luis Edgardo Resto, Symbolyc One, Jessie Reyez y Fred Ball

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