Lyrics:
a fumbler I’m flying up not under So I go to my slumber Runny running runner Your girl is on my number She wanna make things funner I think she is a stunner
Me and my crew We run it up We can't get enough Tell em, we gotta double up Trying to touch a bunch Yeah these niggas is fumblers Barely get a touch
Timidity! Mistakes! Fakes! Rhymes! Crimes! Tumblers! Grumblers! Bumblers! Fumblers!
With no slumber the bitch foes wonder is the N9na trippin' off when they did no jumper (nah) Was no fumblers and no blunders, true after the wicked
Everything's on fire Everything's on fire Everything's on fire Everything's on fire... So to all you feelers and fumblers Waiting for the fireworks to start
stay clear to mumblers who mumble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark Yo, it's
to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark [Chorus: x2] Yo it's
my chest these niggas are mumblers Dropping all the bags oh shit we got a fumbler Heavy hitters over here Ray Lewis time to humble em Bitch sit down
you can't change So the climate must improve A pair of flawless, rigid fumblers Lost deep within themselves Hell knows they'll never change As they
on us Bitch I've been eating I'm not stuffed Boy stop the cappin that's not runtz Opportunity fumbler u a cunt U a opportunist get off the front Have my
this is it This is it this is it Bout to get fuckin rich ho Can call me a lot of things but you cannot call me a fumbler I will drop her off at your crib
(Throw me a 2 ill go dumb with a K) Yeah, Gra Gra Boom Yeah You a fumbler bitch get back on defense Was a certified GOAT when I turned ten Fuck an eighth
on the dash, uh, super fast (Yuh, uh, yuh) "Kid Phang" is such a hustler, don't got time for fumblers Like bitch, is you dumb, grabbing crumbs from the number
rich, promised myself to work harder than plumbers I'm Mr. Put It On and pick it up can't be no fumbler Go from the middle to the business man, can't be
mig bare pop flask Lad mig bare lige booze I haters vil bare hate Og for the record jeg kun ude for at chase Money bag Og hvis de fumbler så tell them
You a fumbler with the sack you like to Fuckoff yea I'm like fuck a hater Niggas ain't getting no pussy He a masturbator I going back and forth I Ain't
Obscene since birth I'm a greasy grumbler A frantic fumbler Tripped out stumbler LIKE NOTHIN ON EARTH!
a fumbler Hey now, hatin now, see me tryna run it up Pray now, prayin for my brother nem Prayin for my brother nem Prayin for my brother nem Prayin for my
you's a mumbler, what's wrong with ya You had a the bag and you's a fumbler , I'm gone with it I had the bitch and I had fun with her , I'm done with it
gibberish, Mumblers Y'all get the money Then lose it y'all fumblers Y'all niggas pussies Get hit with this uppercut, Yall don't want smoke Y'all don't want
a pro bad bitch fumbler Life's a game of numbers We better count these highs We better count these highs I'm the definition of summer, milkshake with
TWO CLOWNS You are such a grumbler c fumbler and a bumbler The jugglers and the tumblers Think I'm a drunken ruse Your rainbow hair, your red nose
buss at ya You got your bitches they straight off of tumbler I rock a nigga he turned to fumbler Lean of the drink damn lor baby a stumbler Take off your
I'm the shit not a plumber I'm a rapper you're a mumbler I'm a trapper you're a fumbler Counting money in my sleep I'm still productive when I
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