MR NiCE KAiS - FFFFM.

Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
But why is everybody so terrified of me
And ask yourself this question
Why are these men in suits so desperate to prove that I'm crazy
I will tell you
It's because they know that I'm right
Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
Ooh, yeah
Drop the top on bitches now they knew, yeah
I got what I want and what I want, yeah
Now they wanna hit it, no clue, yeah
They got no clue, yeah
I..
Yeah
Sky
Yeah
Drop the top on bitches now they knew, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches for the clue, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches for the proof, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches, only knew, yeah
Only, only, only, only, only, only, if you knew, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches for you, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches coz of you, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches cuz of you, yeah
I don't never change until I'm cool, yeah
Till I got it all, till I cool, but I'm cool, yeah
Till I fucking ball, like I'm shooting with a suit, yeah
I ain't never change, till I got you on my pool, yeah
I ain't gon' change, say
And they say that they like me, but they never wanna stay
I got a hater like me, I ain't never gonna stay
It ain't so likely, but I ain't never try, never try again, never try again, ooh
Double, double bitches, now they new, yeah
I ain't really change it coz of you, yeah
Double, double bitches, now they new, yeah
I ain't really change it coz of you, yeah
Double, double bitches, now they new, yeah
I ain't never change it, cos of you, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches coz of you, yeah
Lost a lot of women coz of you
Coz of you, yeah
Lost a lot of bitches
Lost a lot of women
Lost a lot of people
Lost a lot of shit, yeah
I ain't never wanna hit it down
Down on the road, yeah
I ain't never hit it on me
Hit it back before me, yeah, yeah
Lost a lot of relationships
I ain't never change it
I ain't never getting back, yeah
I ain't
Ooh
Mr. Nescafe
No, no, stop
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, Trap
You the fuck up, nigga
Fuck up, nigga
Nigga, nigga, one time a show, two times a set, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfuckin' lean, nigga
And running these motherfuckin' rockstar jeans, nigga
They want to see these niggas stayin'
I know that they can't stay in
I know why they mad, nigga
We gon' turn up and we gon' rock
Yeah
We gon' keep this big-ass make a little more dick
If any fucker ain't get out of line
And any fucker ain't wanna do something
Ay, Travis Scott
Ay, Travis Scott, put me on, yeah
Simon, take this jack like a thong, yeah
Like it did the Sean, like it don't, yeah
Donny, call me for the Charlie Tolliver
I know, yeah
I have no idea how long it's gonna take
But I know Mia
Fuck all that bitch a take
She know I'm in it like a boss
And I'm never take it
Take it off till I got what it takes
Got what it takes, yeah
All in the tape, yeah
All in the tape and I earn me the same in the form that I ain't, yeah
Middle of the tank, yeah
Little Glock on the chain, yeah
Little Glock on the tank, yeah
Drop the top
Keep me going
Cutty bitches, yeah, they got a Glock
And they know it better, bitches
Yeah, they never knock
Never knock on my, my door
And they just come inside
They just come inside
What the fuck
What the fuck
Keep me going, trust
I don't trust nobody else
I'm like the Kanye
Fuck my heavy money
Fuck my Westin money
Mm, mm, mm, mm, yeah
Sky
Eyes
Eyes
Nice
Mr. Nice
Guys
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Drop the top
Fuck my whole gang up
Oh, no, no, no
Drowning low
Dramatizing now
Now they know
Now they wanna grow up
Now they motherfuckers know I've been taught
I've been taught
Let you know
Never trust no ho
Never trust no ho
I've been taught
Let you know
Never trust no ho
Never trust no ho
Yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, Chad
You know the fuck up, nigga
It's gonna come out
Nigga, nigga
One time for sure
Two time for sure, nigga
You gonna keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
You gonna keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearing these motherfucking rockstar jeans
I ain't trash, girl
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Still not smoking, yeah
Ooh
Mr. Miska, sing the new song
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
One, two, three
Yeah
Hundred bitches on me
That shit is way too philly
Yeah
I feel lonely
And I'm lonely
And I'm by the street
Yeah
Honey, honey
Put me out for the reap
Yeah
I be living with the lady
And me, I be eating
Yeah
And she know me
And I know you better know it's sweet
Yeah
Got it at the money
Now I know it's free
Yeah
I feel lonely every time I run up on her
We miss summer
I be phoning in like Bobby, Bobby on me
Got a time and send me on me
I'm traumatizing on me
And we lottie
And we lock it
And we drop it
Now we motherfucking up
We ride these motherfucking dummies
And I'm motherfucking rolling
Rolling on my ass
Rolling on my ass
It's swollen
You say I'm the one
I say I'm the one
I'm the one
You say I'm the one
I say I'm the one
I'm the one
I ain't never change
I've had a bit of low
Yeah
I will tell you
It's because I know that I'm right
I'm awake
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Mm-hm
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ooh
God damn it who knew
Yeah
Ooh
God damn it who knew
God damn it who knew
Yeah
God damn it who knew
God damn it who knew
God damn it who
God damn it who knew
God damn it who knew
God damn it who
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, no, no, no
Don't trust a fool
God damn it who knew
God damn it who knew
Oh, oh, you
God damn it who knew
Oh, oh, you
God damn it who knew
God damn it who knew
Never seen before
Weak because so low
What makes me wanna do
Anything for you
Oh, no
Not you
God damn it who knew
God damn it it's you
Oh

Written by:
Kais Alsamman

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