Jessie Reyez - Nice Guy lyrics

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Jessie Reyez - Nice Guy lyrics

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez] 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! [Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez] s** my dick, you f**in' s**, man s** my dick, you f**in' s**, man I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck s** my dick, you f**in' s**, man [Verse 1: Jessie Reyez] 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 run it 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 run it [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem] 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! [Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem] s** my dick, you f**in' s**, b**h s** my dick, you f**in' s**, man I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck s** my dick, you f**in' s**, b**h [Verse 3: Jessie Reyez] I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmichael Polar You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola [Verse 4: Eminem] 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 s** And you think I'm gross and uns**y (uh-huh) I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yep) You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep) b**h, you was supposed to correct me! (oh) Been textin' you since three, I still get no f**ing reply You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size f** you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, b**h I doubt that you're goin' to house sit In that outfit, no skin-tight Levi's Every word that comes out your mouth's a f**ing 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 f**in' bat and just swing by?

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