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ride them on my boat Maybe I’ll land in the Bahamas And rob them of their gold Fudge this fudging system That fudges us everyday Fudge this fudging
ride them on my boat Maybe I'll land in the Bahamas And rob them of their gold Fudge this fudging system That fudges us everyday Fudge this fudging
nice. “Fudging” is common deceit I can tell. Unethical people don't teach that well. So I tried what I liked but it come on and failed. Keeping good
Don't hit fudging I'm Fucking stupid roll up fight Now I'd rather jump than pay But they're gonna' book me anyway
the chеcker For any legerdemain Caught 'em fudging the numbers and Hiding birds in they coat Burning phones and computers inside A circle of stones When
come in half hearted I'll rip it out And I'll stamp it like luggage Im bugging not budging I'm grown as a mountain I'm fucking not fudging Just
bum some little bozo And there must be another Saveji from planet Eris Cuz you ain't talkin to the one on this fudging planet Bitch I low key I call
under phrases of Praise so complacent and fake it taints your patient grace Made of mutters and angrily fudging numbers cooking books Statements cut up
a fudging magnet or something like that attracting everything that's bad now i begin to see my resignation speaks to me yeah i can see or maybe it's the light
offers her a drink, got plans Thinks, starts running, overpriced Vans she can feel the ink smudging Summertime heat got a Mars bar fudging Mom said don't
barking Saying they helping, but really just fudging Fake paper minds 'cause they always keep judging ""No diploma, no job, just a little young punk"" Fuck
the ending of days Oh Anna it's words on a page Just a looping transitional phase Repaper to hide all the cracks It's all simply fudging the stats Oh, when
Life’s the reason now I still struggle but winning bouts This ain’t about judgement It’s bout exposing the number fudging Young Chicos Take meds with
on the vine to wither the type of Man who always had to beg to differ so dusty From the dungeon welcome to the introduction a Curmudgeon shut-in fudging
white lies Guilty of being too old Guilty of giving up Giving it all away Punishing myself Making a mistake Fudging on my taxes Not answering the phone
the fudging Stop with the later, stop with the losing Stop with the hatin, stop with the actin Repeat this - oh captain, my captain Let's live, make it
some fetti on fetti and Bentley on Bentley I want it I get it I'm on 10 toes I ain't fudging I been ready Me and my niggas we steady Send the smoke I
had all the time in the world to savor Ok i'm really good Good at giving up With people nowadays its so cool Not to give a Fudge Not to give a Fudging
a statement I took some questions I answered some and I left some open I thanked my wife And I thanked god But most of all I thanked my CPA For Fudging
you like the sweetest soul alive Sorry to my friends I hate that I get distant But forreal, I know yall will never fudging get it Yall just see
no I'm gripping, think I'm fudging, then come on Hit and sled and lay down in that bed, that body fucking prone Tore all on our dick, they full
you ten piece fuck the nuggets I'm the one that really does it Y'all niggas just really doesn't Bottom of barrel yet never budging You fudging your
It's another day again Everything I'm reaching for remains at arm's length The ballerinas in my head Who once could dance and pirouette Are fudging
I've been traveling all across this land I use my engine to cook As I'm fudging logbooks Making sure I don't Get screwed by the man Now most of your
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