[Chorus: Jessie Reyez] You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy You’re faithful, you don’t lie After the club, you’ll go back home, right? Right? Sike
[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez] 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
[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 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’
[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 (Uh, 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’ll go back home, right? Right? Sike
[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem] Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch Suck my dick, (Bi-) you fuckin’ suck, man I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (Bi-) Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch
[Verse 3: Jessie Reyez] I play your music while you suffer like I’m Carmine Coppola Got you 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
[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 sex And you think I’m gross and unsexy (Uh-huh) I need Scope ’cause my breath stinks (Yeah) 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 springtime, 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?
