Letra Bluff Ms Banks

Bluff

Yeah
Uh

Still the same chick you ain't fuckin' with (Yeah)
Give me some P and I'll double it (Yeah)
I don't care about no other shit (Yeah)
Bring in everybody that I'm coming with (Uh)
Please, don't call me by my 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 feeling 'em (Yeah)
Roll up a spliff and I'm billing 'em (Ooh)
I'm on all the smoke, I'll get rid of 'em (Ooh)
Put in work and I'm diligent
You can tell by my emblem
Been about it since I was an elephant
Ain't an angel but this pussy Hevean sent (Uh)
Gang and I'm feminine
None of these bitches is levelling
New name should be lace front
The way I be stayin' ahead of 'em
It's me that they reference
Get in my way and I'm deading 'em
Eating 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 nothing to discuss
Drawing me out, I'm getting you rubbed (Okay)
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 blood if we in the cut
Lie on my name, I'm getting 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 and 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 nemey, eye on a friend
Check out the fur (The fur), look at the bling
Look at the ice (Ice), look at the ring
My hittas will slide if you wanna swing
Oh, you wanna play? Then let it begin (Uh)
Got you in the ropes, I'm weighing 'em in
Waist slim, you chances slim
How you gonna win? You my next of kin (Kin)
Rubbing it in, I know what it takes to get under your skin (Skin)
Yeah, the way that I'm killing 'em should be a sin

If it ain't you then it's due to be us (Uh)
There ain't nothing to discuss
Drawing me out, I'm getting you rubbed (Okay)
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 blood if we in the cut
Lie on my name, I'm getting 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 and I'm calling your bluff (Uh)