Video Scam Likely de Bbymutha 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Bbymutha - Scam Likely Lyrics

Scam Likely Song Lyrics
Scam Likely by BbyMutha Yo, Hate on me, yuh
Hate on me, yuh
Hate on me
Hate on me, yuh yuh
Hate on me, yuh
Hate on me, yuh
Hate on me, yuh yuh
Hate on me

b**ch, hate on me
I weathered the storm, now it rain on me
If I'm in the street then that thang on me
I can't let em bully or gang on me
Bad as a b**ch hit the frame on me
The grammar, my neck let it hang low g yuh [?]
b**ch I'm bbymutha
Cheque all in my box like other yuh
Bet my nigga pretty, bet your nigga ain't
Bet my closet sh*tting on them tacky ass designers
Bet I'm finer
They be wining, dining
Bet you wanna know the secret
Bet I keep it
Bet you can't believe it
Bet I make you weep and kiss my feet
Yuh, bet I'm harder than these b**ches on the interwebs
Bet I snatch your baby
Bet I drive her crazy bet I yuh
Bet I'm raising hell, I'm still the Devil
What the f**k they thought
Bet I'm hot as ever
Bet I'm clever, bet my Birkin bought
Bet my money long, it match my dong
My dong, it match my thong
Bet it's powder pink
I make her cum all on the kitchen sink
Bet I'm popping like a roller rink
I'm smart, I love to think
Bet none of these hoes can f**k with me
I punish, I'm a king
Yuh

I love it when all these b**ches row without me [?]
Yassss, queen!
I love it when I let these b**ches talk about me
We stan!
I love it when they let the world revolve around me
We stan, we stan a Black queen!
I don't work for you
I work for me, b**ch

Hate on me, yuh, yuh
Hate on me, yuh
(Lil b**ch)
Hate on me
(What's my name?)
Hate on me, yuh yuh
(Say it with your chest)
Hate on me, yuh
(b**ch!)
Hate on me, yuh
(What's my name?)
Hate on me, yuh yuh
(Say it with your chest)

b**ch, hate on me
I just did a line out with drain on me [?]
Kicking my feet up and staying low key
My b**ch fell asleep, made her skeet times three
Thugging in hell with the shell on me
Thick [?] and he eat like it's kale on me yuh
b**ch gon' let her Twitter get her served like Sunday dinner yuh
Bet you b**ches starving
Bet I'm eating good
Bet I'm 'bout that action
Shooting fye, I wish a nigga would
Bet I'm good in any hood
The realest b**ches f**k with me
Bet I'm off the drugs, I need a hug
I'm feeling extra geeked
Bet I'm Rosa Parks, you hoes can go and find another seat
Bet you buy the album when I drop
Because you b**ches stink
I'm just speaking facts
It cost a couple racks to beef with me
Gotta pay my Orkin man
These roaches ain't gon' leave for free
All you b**ches jokes to me
Yo frontal like a hoax to me
You can't get on my level
'Cause that's not where you supposed to be
You spill the tea, I sell the tea
It's cool, we just a different breed
All you hoes gon' learn to check your lipstick
'Fore you come for me
b**ch

I love it when all these b**ches row without me [?]
Oh my God yes! She did that!
I love it when I let these b**ches talk about me
My spirit animal!
I love it when they let the world revolve around me
Oop, and I oop, and I oop - I love it!
I don't work for you
I work for me, b**ch

Hate on me, yuh, yuh
Hate on me, yuh
Hate on me
(b**ch, what's my name?)
Hate on me, yuh yuh
(Say it with your chest)
Hate on me, yuh
(b**ch!)
Hate on me, yuh
(What's my name?)
Hate on me, yuh yuh
(Say it with your chest)

Oh my God, so I was totally listening to the queen, Bbymutha
And she just makes me feel so f**king empowered, like... Haha, and I oop. I just feel like the baddest b**ch! Like I can do anything, you know? I asked her to collab with, with Michael Jackson, and she blocked me! What a b**ch!