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Scribblin
Hip-Hop/Rap
Scribblin fue publicado el 4 de octubre de 2025 por Chuck Rossi como parte del álbum Donnie Jr.
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Fecha de lanzamiento4 de octubre de 2025
SelloChuck Rossi
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM89

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck Rossi
Chuck Rossi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Baker
Demetrius Baker
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Carter
Jeff Carter
Producer

Letras

Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
I’m coming out swingin like my life depended on it
Came out swingin, barbaric like Conan
Any opponent, I kill ‘em like rodents
And you can be next, it’s open enrollment
I do it for enjoyment, Rossi do it for thrills
I do it like I’m starving and I need them meals
I’m made of steel, son of Lucille
Barely on IG cuz I do it for real
So meet me on the track it’ll b a train wreck
And I mean that, you can check the carfax
I’m scary with it, results don’t vary with it
Smoke you on the track, **** I’m Sha’Carri with it
Don’t care who got the torch right now, I got the flame
It’s mine for the taking, I don’t care who run the game
I got my stamina up and I’m waiting for the race and
Stayin ready ain’t gotta get ready for occasions
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
I want the crown you in the way I gotta slaughter
I want this like Urkel wanted Carl’s oldest daughter
I want this how people in hell want water
But I don’t wanna be a martyr for yall to feel the author
Why I oughta? Mad over wat they playing
I’ll cut their throats, fuck what them **** sayin
They shit is weak, they shouldn’t speak
They shit is ass, they shit is cheeks
BBL bars and yall love it, trickin like Zion
I don’t know the science, must b lacking iron
Imma giant wit the rhymin, Eli wit the timing
You think you a giant, I guess I’m Orion
Vanish like the Mayans or the Aztecs
Don’t pass go or cash checks
Don’t come back like bad sex
Ruining them beats with that static
Throw ‘em into traffic
Chuck the contractor, taking off ya attic
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Give Rossi props, he the one that’s writing this
I’m nothing without God, he the one that’s guiding this
Slick in my ear, he the one igniting this
So me versus you it would be one sided bish
The Boro Bully back, end of discussion
Upside down, to ya head blood rushing
Toilet flushing, concussion if you tussling
Run that lunch money then run to ya cousin
Yall **** is harmless even if I’m armless
Poppin in preschool, I’m pretty pompous
Reading all my charges imma b bondless
I killed the track, Jefe the accomplice
Ain’t no cell for me, got too many bars
Been to hell homie, got too many scars
Now I give ‘em out on par, kill yall czars
I take it there outta fair, I go too far
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Scribbling
Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track
Written by: Demetrius Baker
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