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vic apollo - bluffin' lyrics

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(intro)
sick of these hoes, i am so sick of these hoes

(hook)
she get too comfy, she get overexcited
i’m h-lla exhausted, i should probably get dossing
i tell her i love her like i got a option
she tell me she love me but i know she bluffin’

(verse 1)
i came from nothing to something
so don’t you start making -ssumptions
been through some sh-t like i’m plumbing
now i run the game like i promised
i kinda thought i was struggling
seems like everybody’s struggling
can’t judge a judge for judging
but i ain’t holding no grudges

lil’ n-gg- where you been at?
i been selling gr-ss for some quick cash
selling gr-ss for some quick cash
now my hoes make me money while i sit back
foreign rappers think they so smooth
’cause they ain’t ever heard a zim kid rap
i’m antisocial
money talk, ain’t got time for chitchat

sick of these hoes
i am so sick of these hoes
sick of these hoes
i am so sick of being sick of these hoes

(hook)
she get too comfy, she get overexcited
i’m h-lla exhausted, i should probably get dossing
i tell her i love her like i got a option
she tell me she love me but i know she bluffin’
she so dishonest
got skeletons all in her closet
i gotta be cautious
i’m just taking precautions

(verse 2)
i don’t really have everything, i be chasing them better things
a good girl like kylie and, yeah, i’m talking ’bout brannigan
i be sniffing that ritalin, finna blow up like a taliban
the only time you beat me is when you’re imagining

i need a job, i need some guap
i pray to god i’m finna blow up
i swear to god i ain’t a god
i’m real as f-ck, yea, i’m real as pac
i swear too much but don’t give a f-ck
’cause i’m from a place where money don’t talk
she don’t wanna make love, she just wanna f-ck
but i’m on my grind, ain’t got time to f-ck

but i’m headed to the top though, headed to the top
i ain’t scared to shoot, i ain’t scared to get shot
i forgave, i forgot, she love me, she love me not
food for though, d-ck is the staple food for thots

(hook)
she get too comfy, she get overexcited
i’m h-lla exhausted, i should probably get dossing
i tell her i love her like i got a option
she tell me she love me but i know she bluffin’
she so dishonest
got skeletons all in her closet
i gotta be cautious
i’m just taking precautions

- vic apollo lyrics

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