Lyrics Doja Cat – Nunchucks

With the nunchucks
Rolling in your hood
Ask a big bad wolf what is good

Feeling dumbstruck

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

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