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letra de notepad - pog skini & bonus points

[intro: bonus points]
bite me
i’m going crazy on your fight beats
i keep my notes all in my note-pad, ugh
just wanted you mopes to know that
know (ay, ay)

[chorus: bonus points]
i don’t give a f-ck, just bite me
i’m going crazy on your fight beats
i keep my notes all in my note-pad
i just wanted you mopes to know that
know that

[verse 1: bonus points]
i saw your girl, she was giving out head
for an arm and a leg so just end it like z
i got add like an e just like i’m edd
it’s my planet like odd, you don’t like it then rest

i’m a nice guy if you don’t hate
maybe i’ll do a pop song with tales and i’ll stay
up on my game, i might not cause you b-tches get popped
in my car like ferra’, ay, ay

i got so many bars, i robbed a factory
you’re just a kid writing rhymes in the passing seats
i’m getting play like i’m playing a game
like it’s game, i say like like a stutter
my brains in the gutter
your face in my b-tt or
your facing this b-tter
or maybe it’s clutterfunk

because it’s f-cking hard
hold on, cause

[chorus: pog skini]
i don’t give a f-ck, just bite me, wumba
i’m going crazy on your fight beats
i keep my notes all in my note-pad (wait a sec, is she smoking crack in the studio?)
i just wanted you mopes to know that (the f-ck?)
know that

[verse 2: pog skini]
dood, in the bin where it rains
you beef with me i’mma leave you in pain
eat out your b-tch ‘cause i pray she got brain
won’t eat nerds who got smarts, i like brain over brain

how you call yourself a chad, then you act like an ape?
shoving dirt on your grave, better respect my name
when i say that you’re lame and you fake all your game
then i mean it, ain’t you been disassembled, ‘mane’?
if i’m smashing up bros better don’t pick my main
if i’m eating a snack then i don’t want the grains
if i eat out a snack, she ain’t gon’ get my fame
she ain’t gonna relate, she ain’t gonna say ‘same’

there are varying shades, yesterday was i sane?
just today i bought my son a godd-mn cane
getting so old there’s some sh-t i can’t make
heroes try suicide but they fly with their capes

my discography is one you can’t scr-pe
common sense in my brain, you can’t get that to shake
i got hit by a car, walked away unfazed
like the dark side, you’re only going through a phase

mini-me’s i don’t see in my gaze
wait, i forgot, what did i say?
i forgot the phrase, something brought up by
drake and yeat, was it-

[chorus: pog skini & bonus points]
i don’t give a f-ck, just bite me? (just bite me)
i’m going crazy on your fight beats (on all your fight beats)
i keep my notes all in my note-pad (my note-pad)
i just wanted you mopes to know that
[outro]
know that i don’t give a f-ck, just bite me (oh yeah)
i’m going crazy on your fight beats (oh yeah)
i keep my notes all in my note-pad
yeah, i just wanted you mopes to know that, know that
(dood)

- pog skini bonus points

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