Letra de Rent Free - KSI

(Feat. 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

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 (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 jewellery

Now I'm showin' it off 'cause I'm unruly

Man's in everything like a neutron

And I keep on winnin' even when I do wrong

Too strong (Woo)

Winnin' with my winners but it's too long

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 catalogue paid for the beef

Lookin' at the analogue paid for the grief

I'm a real bad man if you're on the wrong side

Got bare space for that piggy back 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 (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, 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, ayy

Yeah, mm, yeah-ayy

Ah-mm

Mm-mm-mm

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