Nice Guy (feat. Tyla)

Mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me foolish

Because i bite, i've been hearin' you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because i want all of you for tonight

Touch on me good, boy, know i like that

Why you keep on lookin'? not the eyesight

Keep sayin', mm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy

Look, if i had to go twenty-four hours

Without my nigga, i swear to God i would die

He go to court 'cause he got a case

In the feds, i swear to God i would lie

If he get knocked, come home sayin' we Muslim, shit, alhamdulillah

Yeah, i do a hell of a job, keepin' it wet

And i'm suckin' him dry like

He got an accent, yeah, he don't be cappin' and he be trappin'

And he tapped in, he got him a baddie, that's how i be actin'

I'm spoiled, i be misbehavin', he know i drive him crazy

When he call, then i be cheesin', he know i'm never leavin'

Mm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me foolish

Because i bite, i've been hearin' you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because i want all of you for tonight

(Oh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Touch on me good, boy, know i like that

(Oh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Why you keep on lookin'? not the eyesight

(Oh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch)

Keep sayin', mm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy

(Oh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, look, uh, right)

If you ain't never been through it, you ain't really into it

Me and him always into it

First you go through shit, then you get through it

Can't just put an end to it

Got the code to your phone, so i been through it

If i asked for the ho, then i been knew it

This a nice house that we got right here

I'd hate to have to drive my Benz through it

Every day, a bad bitch get fumbled

Every day, a dumb nigga get humbled

You broke my heart into pieces

Why you sitting there lookin' puzzled?

I ain't stayin' here throwin' a fit

I'm goin' out, let me throw on a 'fit

Somethin' tight to show off the tits

You gon' be tagged when i post up the pics

Let me tell you how this gonna go

You gon' keep callin' my phone

I'ma keep pressin' decline

I'm textin' you, callin' you broke

That's how you know you gotta go

Double up, it go in the Maybach

Mm, tryna get your bae back

Mm, and you know i don't play that

Mm, hope i don't need payback

I can get petty, i hope that you're ready

Crazy emotional, know that i'm very

Messy, but i can get clean for this Getty

Mm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me foolish

Because i bite, i've been hearin' you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because i want all of you for tonight

(Oh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Touch on me good, boy, know i like that

(Oh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Why you keep on lookin'? not the eyesight

(Oh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch)

Keep sayin', mm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy

(Oh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, huh, right)