Gucci Mane - Bluffin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Bluffin (en) Lyrics
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Switch the weather when I want,
we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our
jewels, this another watch
I get all types of bags in,
I'm a different hot
Shroom sex on the private jet,
this a different high
I'm with the clappers
Brodie changed his life
but he an ex-kidnapper
Ain't tryna go there with
you, weird-ass actors
Or rappers or whatever
you call yourself
I got five cellphones, tell them
niggas to call my bluff
That lit shit I don't post, I can't
show thеm folks all of this stuff
Tighten up the business, I donе
killed and been ballin' it up
Older niggas postin' motivation,
they holdin' they nuts
Keep the windows clear, so them
pussy niggas can see the guts
Cutlass, she thinkin' I'm stubborn
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch
up with you when I can
Need a camera crew, everything
we do, it should be on film
We came through a hundred deep,
I seen you with your boyfriend
Horse playin', I was in a 'Rari, I
was with a barbie, I had on Marni
I call her Lori, my new-
new, yeah-yeah, my boo
Shit I rap 'bout be all facts,
I'm livin' out my truth
He think he this 'cause he bought that,
bruh, I copped bruh one too
We havin' motions for real, plural,
everybody gettin' money
I took off on niggas, real
bad, everybody act funny
Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga,
everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show niggas the right way,
so everybody leave the wrong way
I tried to lead by example,
helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gamblin',
I'm an ex-codeine junkie (Lean)
Stayed in motels with my family
and did pushups with my bunky
Used to work up off my brother
'nem, but I ain't never
been no flunky (No)
Some nigga tried me but couldn't
call me, just a young
nigga, they jumped me
One nigga still think he got
one up on me, but his
day still comin' (Wow)
I don't make threats, no, I promise,
I just drop bands like commas
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause
I ain't got no comment (Yeah)
I want my M's up to one, two, three,
four, five one-hundred (Go)
I ain't arguin' on no internet,
I'm not Wack100 (No)
Miami, no shirt just to show off
the tats on my stomach (Man)
Niggas old and broke, and out of
shape, it sick, make me vomit
It's been eighteen years later and
my stock still ain't plummet
Had to bet on myself, and made
somethin' from nothin' (Yeah)
Niggas sayin' they did this and that,
for me, y'all ain't do nothin'
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop
all that bluffin' (It's Gucci)
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