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BLUFFED UP
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BLUFFED UP was released on June 7, 2025 by Kripp Records as a part of the album MUNI III
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Release DateJune 7, 2025
LabelKripp Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MUNI
MUNI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Lyrics
Johnathan Michael Porter
Johnathan Michael Porter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MUNI
MUNI
Producer

Lyrics

(MUNI you're so good)
I'm a big dog, not a pup, bruh
She wanna fuck 'cause we fucked, duh
**** play rough till they rough, duh
You've been buff your whole life, but you bluff, duh
You keep lifting them weights, I keep lifting these guns
You did all of that fitness, got hit with a drum
I shot more **** than 911
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's all because there's no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, smoke his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later, I'ma think about it never
When I think about his paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
The smell that stints you just thinks sanitation
I'm right here, ****, fuck the location
'Cause too much information could get you on vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the heal
But one from the hammer, get a **** killed
Fill a **** up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a **** up and spit a **** meal
Yeah, if **** heckin' how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get to clappin' like a seal
I'm a big dog, not a pup, bruh
She wanna fuck 'cause we fucked, duh
**** play rough till they rough, duh
You've been buff your whole life, but you bluff, duh
You keep lifting them weights, I keep lifting these guns
You did all of that fitness, got hit with a drum
I shot more **** than 911
Uh, uh, uh, uh
And the world tires, and the chronic virus
And the fiends waiting in line just to take their tire
Russian roulette with the fentanyl
**** gonna risk it all trying to get it off
My seat back in the Beeman with the Prezi tents
Blood in my hand, gun on my lap
I'm out here running laps
I ain't coming unless I'm strapped
Shit to live by, shit to die by
Almost lost my life to a couple drive-bys
I ain't gonna lie about it
My daddy died, I ain't cry about it
When you understand the process of life, she gonna be alright
We all patched before it's over
It's a hard knock life, word to hover
I went to sleep drunk, woke up sober
Type of shit you never learn until you walk to talk to my unborn child
I'm a big dog, not a pup, bruh
She wanna fuck 'cause we fucked, duh
**** play rough till they rough, duh
You've been buff your whole life, but you bluff, duh
You keep lifting them weights, I keep lifting these guns
You did all of that fitness, got hit with a drum
I shot more **** than 911
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(MUNI on the beat)
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Johnathan Michael Porter
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