Bluff

Ms Banks

Yeah Uh Still the same chick you ain't fuckin' with Give some P and I'll double it I don't care about no other shit Bring in everybody that I'm coming with (uh) Please don't call me by government This rap ting, I'm having fun with it I'll give it back when I'm done with it Baby, I'm one in a million Like a little dick, I ain't feelin 'em Roll up a spliff and I'm billin' 'em I'm want all the smoke, I'll get rid of 'em Put in work and I'm diligent You can tell by my emblem Been about it since I was an elephant Ain't a angel but this pussy Heaven sent (uh) Gang and I'm feminine None of these bitches is levelling New name should be lace front The way I be stayin' a head of 'em It's me that they reference Get in my way and I'm deadin' 'em Eatin' these bitches, it's evident Heat them up, that's just my preference (Yeah) If it ain't you then it's due to be us (uh) There ain't nothin' to discuss Drawing me out, I'm gettin' you rubbed Hands on the wheel, my foot on the clutch (woo) Lost in the wind, eat up the dust (woo) My niggas will handle it if it's a must Run up the tab and we ain't going Dutch (Uh) It can get bloody if we in the cut Lie on my name, I'm gettin' you tucked Ain't a masseuse, I'm getting you touched (I'm getting you touched, bitch) Throwing salt but can't kill these slugs (Kill it, kill it) Call up my name, I'm calling your bluff (uh) If I did it once I'ma do it again I'll see it through to the end Ain't gotta like me, ain't gotta pretend Got my eye on a enemy, eye on a friend Check out the fur, look at the bling Look at the ice, look at the ring My hittas will slide if you wanna swing Oh, you wanna play? Then let it begin (uh) Got you on the ropes, I'm weighing 'em in Waist slim, your chances slim How you gonna win? You my next of kin (kin) Rubbin' it in, I know what it takes to get under your skin (skin) Yeah, the way that I'm killin' 'em should be a sin If it ain't you then it's due to be us (uh) There ain't nothin' to discuss Drawing me out, I'm gettin' you rubbed Hands on the wheel, my foot on the clutch (woo) Lost in the wind, eat up the dust (woo) My niggas will handle it if it's a must Run up the tab and we ain't going Dutch (Uh) It can get bloody if we in the cut Lie on my name, I'm gettin' you tucked Ain't a masseuse, I'm getting you touched (I'm getting you touched, bitch) Throwing salt but can't kill these slugs (Kill it, kill it) Call up my name, I'm calling your bluff

Written by: Karma Kid, Slim, Thyra OjiLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, SENTRIC MUSICLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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