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"Bluffin" is a track by Marlon Craft, from the album HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1, released 8th September 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] 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 shots They just live on they phone, boy, you big wash I ain’t hearin’ y’all a decibel Fuck if you offended them, my defense is impregnable Way my soul be cookin’, all my demons gotta 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 club up Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us Call me what you want, bitch, I’ma call you bluffin’ [Verse 2] 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, ho [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 club up Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us Call me what you want bitch, I’ma call you bluffin’
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