Nunchucks - Doja Cat

With the nunchucks

Rolling in your hood

Ask a big bad wolf what is good

Feeling dumbstruck

I done been there, done that

But I wonder why I still feel so alone

Baby, stand up

But don’t pull them pants up

You’re pulling off my shirt

But should I leave my hands up?

Expression of fandom

You know that I’ve been good

But you still tear the cat up

And when you provoke me

You do it at random

I won’t lead you on

But I hope that you can manage

You don’t want to man up

You don’t want to plan up

But you call me wifey

So what’s the big idea?

Do I need to sit right here and fill my ears

While bullshit come out of your lips right here

Got me searching for insight

Insight?

Guess I need to call this night off

Riddle me riddle me that

Mr. Unintentional Ass

And his every interval fast —

Throw that cheese and dough in that bag

With that Little Italy swag

Nigga, riddle riddle me that

Why my mental instantly crash

When you enter, enter me

Gentle then, yeah, ease up

I’m day dreaming

Now, whoa, I never daydream

But you jumping from rooftops

And searching and hunting, my ninja

With the nunchucks

Rolling in your hood

Ask a big bad wolf what is good

Feeling dumbstruck

I done been there, done that

But I wonder why I still feel so alone