Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BLUFFIN , by - Marlon Craft. Release date: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BLUFFIN |
| I’m from where we tell you suck our dick and take it personal |
| Clown you if you take it personal |
| Why you cryin'? |
| Keep your head high |
| Ain’t no bitch in my tone, said they ring (?) |
| They just live on they phone, boy, you big wash |
| I ain’t hearin' y’all a decibel |
| Fuck if you offended and my defense is impregnable |
| Way my soul be cookin', all my demons got be edible |
| Difference between me and them is all my threats are credible |
| I ain’t lied on a word, they be crownin' with nouns, I be countin' the verbs |
| I been poundin' the brown just to quiet the sounds with the blindness preferred |
| I’m alright with a vice, you be hidin' in yours |
| How you livin' in pride when your life isn’t yours? |
| We don’t feel your intro it’s a outro, my guy |
| You only a gangsta when you have some Wi-Fi |
| I ain’t never sweat a hoe |
| I ain’t startin' witchu dudes |
| Moms, pardon me, I’m rude but they ain’t fuckin' wit' me |
| Why they always tryin' me? |
| Why they cryin' to me? |
| No, no |
| They don’t want no part of me |
| Don’t got heart like me |
| Fuck that, where your lunch at? |
| I’ma eat that |
| Feedback, we don’t need that, you could keep that |
| Bullshit, you could talk that, don’t believe that |
| If I said I lived that, then I breathed that |
| Don’t want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up |
| Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the cover |
| Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us |
| Call me what you want, bitch, I’ma call you bluffin' |
| Oh, lord |
| They been avoidin' standin next to me for so long |
| It’s gettin inescapable, they tryna hold on |
| They put their money where we see it but got no cause |
| I just am who I is so I brought the homies, made my company my company (Copy) |
| Bout to take us all from dollar slice to luxury (Watch me) |
| They say it’s a vibe, I just call it fuckery (Copy) |
| Ain’t the first Marlon to be witnessing puppetry |
| Godfather, Brando flows the handles prose |
| It’s A.I. |
| meets Baldwin meets Bernie Sanders' nose |
| I’m damned, I don’t; |
| I do, they slander, throw shade |
| Demand I’m froze, I stand |
| I won’t cower to a coward tryna disparage him |
| They could call me cocky but I’m finally breathin' air again |
| It’s time to pay the fare again |
| You muhfuckas pussy, wouldn’t dare to win |
| Hold a mirror to ‘em, watch ‘em perish from the fear of it |
| It’s Craft, hoe |
| Why they always tryin' me? |
| Why they cryin' to me? |
| No, no |
| They don’t want no part of me |
| Don’t got heart like me |
| Fuck that, where your lunch at? |
| I’ma eat that |
| Feedback, we don’t need that, you could keep that |
| Bullshit, you could talk that, don’t believe that |
| If I said I lived that, then I breathed that |
| Don’t want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up |
| Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the cover |
| Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us |
| Call me what you want bitch, I’ma call you bluffin' |