CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nice Guy
Pregame starts at five thirty, um
That'll usually hop in the shower in like, thirty minutes
True story
No plans Goin' on tonight
Uh
Got no plans, sh*t fell through
But that's all good, sh*t's old news
Train don't stop, we just move
So I pick the phone up and hit my crew
And I say "I got no plans, left on blue"
Put on my pants, tie my shoes
Button my shirts and then pick my phone up and then hit my crew
I'm yelling out:
It's the nighttime, she don't want no nice guy
I got plenty other women on my lifeline
It's the nighttime, she don't want no nice guy
Loose tongues, I just learn I gotta bite mine
Yeah
Wrote this song when I rose up (Rose up)
And I hope this song never blows up (Blows up)
You can hold that dub, baby, gon' us (Yeah)
But it come full circle like a donut, uh
Listen (Yuh!)
I prolly sound salty and low-key mad
But when I think deep I be low-key glad
Cuz I don't really want you if that's yo' act (That's right)
Cut sh*t loose, I don't want no slack
Basically I'm saying to you "Don't call back" (No!)
Better stay cordial, I'm no douche bag
Anything more than that's just too wack (Wack)
Grab my phone, hit the crew group chat
I hit send, next minute, hit back
I get roasted and put on blast
sh*t fell through, homie, let's get smashed
That'll usually hop in the shower in like, thirty minutes
True story
No plans Goin' on tonight
Uh
Got no plans, sh*t fell through
But that's all good, sh*t's old news
Train don't stop, we just move
So I pick the phone up and hit my crew
And I say "I got no plans, left on blue"
Put on my pants, tie my shoes
Button my shirts and then pick my phone up and then hit my crew
I'm yelling out:
It's the nighttime, she don't want no nice guy
I got plenty other women on my lifeline
It's the nighttime, she don't want no nice guy
Loose tongues, I just learn I gotta bite mine
Yeah
Wrote this song when I rose up (Rose up)
And I hope this song never blows up (Blows up)
You can hold that dub, baby, gon' us (Yeah)
But it come full circle like a donut, uh
Listen (Yuh!)
I prolly sound salty and low-key mad
But when I think deep I be low-key glad
Cuz I don't really want you if that's yo' act (That's right)
Cut sh*t loose, I don't want no slack
Basically I'm saying to you "Don't call back" (No!)
Better stay cordial, I'm no douche bag
Anything more than that's just too wack (Wack)
Grab my phone, hit the crew group chat
I hit send, next minute, hit back
I get roasted and put on blast
sh*t fell through, homie, let's get smashed
