Rent Free KSI (Ft. GRACEY)
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[Chorus: GRACEY]
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
[Verse 1: KSI]
Living 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 twenty-two when I fly away (Jeez)
Pink Vaporfly when I zoom
Eight figure net if I enter any room
Any tune that I'm hoppin' on is gonna Sonic Boom
And now my phone is ringin'
Hit me out the blue but then I never give an F
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
All that beggin' for the recipe
Son of a man that's been workin' the hardest
To passing 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
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
[Verse 1: KSI]
Living 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 twenty-two when I fly away (Jeez)
Pink Vaporfly when I zoom
Eight figure net if I enter any room
Any tune that I'm hoppin' on is gonna Sonic Boom
And now my phone is ringin'
Hit me out the blue but then I never give an F
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
All that beggin' for the recipe
Son of a man that's been workin' the hardest
To passing out the energy, they pissin' on my enemies
No stress over here, bossin' in my Moncler, nigga
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