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letra de scooby - overrated

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chorus:

i don’t f-ck with that bape sh-t
take off that hoodie don’t know what you talkin’ bout
my people are nameless
knock knock b-tch now we up in yo mama house
call me johnny i case it
don’t f-ck with people that don’t wanna talk it out bro keep a metal no braces
uh huh
tell how it is how it do be
just a meddling kid call me scooby
don’t wanna f-ck your friend she old
not judging but i’m feeling judy
he different your man h-lla fruity
in the mood but your b-tch h-lla moody
feel like ill make a wave
b-tches get mad all the time tryna sue me
verse 1:

play her like a saxophone
she a game just a b-tch we can practice on
i get mad when i know that the pack is gone
i be smokin the thrax while i’m rappin on
multiple tracks i be snapping on
multiple laps i be lappin em
multiple facts but yo facts is wrong
don’t play with my numbers yo factors wrong
go crazy guess i’m in the mood to
start drinking till im feelin blues clues
i put her man on the news news
i am the man that they come too
others gon hate cause i’m stealing their profit im eatin no fruit loops
never gon take my position im honest i stay in my two shoes

chorus:

i don’t f-ck with that bape sh-t
take off that hoodie don’t know what you talkin’ bout
my people are nameless
knock knock b-tch now we up in yo mama house
call me johnny i case it
don’t f-ck with people that don’t wanna talk it out bro keep a metal no braces
uh huh
tell how it is how it do be
just a meddling kid call me scooby
don’t wanna f-ck your friend she old
not judging but i’m feeling judy
he different your man h-lla fruity
in the mood but your b-tch h-lla moody
feel like ill make a wave
b-tches get mad all the time tryna sue me
verse 2:

you is not famous
you a lane switch
already seen it comin
talkin bout searching for gold well i ain’t got this motherf-ckin shovel for nothin
i speak with my rizz got her blushin
i be takin my time no rushing
fill her with cream, no russian
got a lock on my b-tch like a dungeon
smoke you like a pack of runtz
level up like i pack a punched
brodie gon pack a punch
let it eat better pack a lunch
i saw his girl on a getaway told him im bringing her back for lunch
sellin out lies you ain’t gotta pay
sold her a couple then played with her guys

chorus:

i don’t f-ck with that bape sh-t
take off that hoodie don’t know what you talkin’ bout
my people are nameless
knock knock b-tch now we up in yo mama house
call me johnny i case it
don’t f-ck with people that don’t wanna talk it out bro keep a metal no braces
uh huh
tell how it is how it do be
just a meddling kid call me scooby
don’t wanna f-ck your friend she old
not judging but i’m feeling judy
he different your man h-lla fruity
in the mood but your b-tch h-lla moody
feel like ill make a wave
b-tches get mad all the time tryna sue me

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