Nice Guy Lyrics – Eminem
This song is about Eminem’s relationship status, and being confused about some of his relationships, but just trying to be the “nice guy” in it all.| Song Name : | Nice Guy |
| Album / Movie : | Kamikaze |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment |
| Cast : | Eminem |
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guyYou’re faithful, you don’t lieAfter the club, you go back home, right?Right? Sike
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, manSuck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, manI hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truckSuck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hop in your whip and take a sip then I gun itI don’t, I don’t got much self control, I hope that you run itI’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 itI’m not a cheater, but if I’ma be accused, might as well beYou tell me you’ll take me back when Hell freezesBut females be rushin’ me outside my tele, temptation overwhelms meLike my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin’ me for a selfieChargin’ me, so I gave my hotel keyEh, I was tryna be nice
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guyYou’re faithful, you don’t lieAfter the club, you go back home, right?Right? Sike
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitchSuck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man (bih)I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (bih)Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I play your music while you suffer like I’m Carmine CoppolaGot you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofaLa próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo solaEstás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistolaI’m an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh), everything over affects me (yeah)When you joke it upsets me (yup), you say I’m no good at sexAnd you think I’m gross and unsexy (uh-huh)I need Scope ’cause my breath stinks (yup)You hope that I choke on a Pepsi (yup)Bitch you was supposed to correct me (oh)Been textin’ you since three, I still get no fuckin’ replyYou say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king sizeFuck you goin’ in those knee high boots, cut it out, bitchI doubt that you’re goin’ to house sit in that outfit, and those skin tight Levi’sEvery word that comes out your mouth’s a fuckin’ lieOh, it’s spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshotYou say “Don’t come over” ’cause you got pink eyeBut I think I got just the thingWhy don’t I bring my fuckin’ bat and just swing by