Lyrics

I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me But my name's on the tip of your tongue (mhm) And that's on you, baby You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? That's on you, baby, you-you, baby Livin' in the city 'cause I wanna (yeah) Tippin' many drivers in the city with a Hunna (woo) Quarantine won't stop me in the city, I'm a runner (nah) Strava with a 5K under 22 when I fly away (geez) Pink Vaporfly when I zoom Eight figure net if I enter any room Any tune that I'm hoppin' on is gonna Sonic Boom (Sonic Boom) And now my phone is ringin' (you-you, baby) Hit me out the blue, but then I never give an F (rah) Black and white, I keep it true, don't try me like a ref (damn) Mixin' with the cutter in my own kitchen with a chef (mm) Help so many people that they call me UNICEF For they all beggin' for the recipe (ayy) Son of a man that's been workin' the hardest To passin' out the energy, they pissin' on my enemies No stress over here, bossin' in my Moncler, nigga I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me) But my name's on the tip of your tongue And that's on you, baby (that's on you, baby) You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? (The tip of your tongue) That's on you, baby, you-you, baby And I'm livin' rent-free Big bangers comin' from the ego theory Callin' Charlie just to spend it on his jewelry Now I'm showin' it off 'cause I'm unruly Man's in everythin' like a neutron (ayy) And I keep on winnin' even when I do wrong (ayy) Too strong (woo), winnin' with my winners, but it's too long (mm) Still, I come with a drip so fresh that they all wanna tweak Lookin' at a Tory like I paid for the meat Lookin' at the catalog, paid for the beef Lookin' at the analogue, paid for the grief (you-you, baby) I'm a real bad man if you're on the wrong side Got bare space for that piggyback ride If I want it, I get it (yeah) Never regret it (yeah) If I go dyin', I'm dyin' in credit, ah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah (mm-mm, yeah) Yeah, yeah I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me, baby) But my name's on the tip of your tongue And that's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby) You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? That's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby), you-you, baby Mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah-ay Yeah, mm, yeah-ay Ah-mm Mm, mm, mm
Writer(s): Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Grace Elizabeth Barker, Adrian Mcleod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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