Songtexte Nice Guy (feat. Tyla) - Tyla , Cardi B

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)