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bluff (feat. DrxcoDuke)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

bluff (feat. DrxcoDuke) è stato pubblicato il 4 giugno 2024 da PETE KRISS/Problem Kids Entertainment come parte dell'album bluff (feat. DrxcoDuke) - Single

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Albumbluff (feat. DrxcoDuke) - Single

Data di uscita4 giugno 2024

EtichettaPETE KRISS/Problem Kids Entertainment

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM143

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ife Peter Ohueyi

Ife Peter Ohueyi

Songwriter

Andy Nwa

Songwriter

Mann Igbo

Songwriter

Testi

4 AM, I'm still in the club

Try to suck me, don't mess up my Ricks

All the time I done put in this shit

In Chicago, I might be a cub

Watch your tone, you ain't talkin' to me

Roll a quarter the back of the V

Let my lil' brother roll up the zip

Almost crashed, I ain't even trip

Talkin', talkin', talkin', all they do is bluff

We put that shit on and they try to copy us

Met a hood hoe, I put her in school

I'm in Soho, with racks in the pool

Drop the addy, I'm sendin' it up

Call me daddy, I'm raisin' her up

Fund her life, but I ain't even meet her

Brodie said I'm addicted to freaks

Ain't no valet, I'm runnin' a meter

River Oaks when we want something to eat

Hard times, they make me go harder

All the flows, man, they come with no effort

Pussy good, got her flowin' like water

Try to text me, I'm dry like a desert

Back up, had to get back up

Turned a city girl out, now she can't act up

I might cuff, but ain't no guarantee

I get paid to be rappin' on beats

I can get why they followin' me

While my chest feelin' hollow to me

I just took this lil' hoe from her ****, she said I'm cocky

Foot don't leave that gas whenever I ride, so 12 can't stop me

And I got this Asian hoe, she feedin' me hibachi

Long nights in that studio, get paid for beats, I body

4 AM, I'm still in the club

Try to suck me, don't mess up my Ricks

All the time I done put in this shit

In Chicago, I might be a cub

Watch your tone, you ain't talkin' to me

Roll a quarter the back of the V

Let my lil' brother roll up the zip

Almost crashed, I ain't even trip

Talkin', talkin', talkin', all they do is bluff

We put that shit on and they try to copy us

We put that shit on and they try to copy us

Itchin for bread, I feel like a fiend

We in the whip, the gun in the V

Stackin' my bread like I need an estate

You not a starter, you not on the team

Can't fuck with the snakes, shit ain't nun to me

I sit back so comfortably, pockets fat, they love to eat

New day, same shit, made a play, it's all net

I love them sadiddy hoes, I think I need a boss bitch

How you make your profit? Keep your lips zipped

All these **** steady talkin', I ain't hearin' shit

Chopper got kickback ****

Black benz with a bad bitch in it

No friends, Benjamin my ****

No, they ain't my ****, this bread the bigger picture

Got gas all in my swisher

4 AM, I'm still in the club

Try to suck me, don't mess up my Ricks

All the time I done put in this shit

In Chicago, I might be a cub

Watch your tone, you ain't talkin' to me

Roll a quarter the back of the V

Let my lil' brother roll up the zip

Almost crashed, I ain't even trip

Talkin', talkin', talkin', all they do is bluff

We put that shit on and they try to copy us

Met a hood hoe, I put her in school

I'm in Soho, with racks in the pool

Drop the addy, I'm sendin' it up

Call me daddy, I'm raisin' her up

Written by: Andy Nwa, Ife Peter Ohueyi, Mann Igbo

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