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
fumblers x dick suckers Ich sippe gerne on den Lean bin ein sip-cuffer Hast du keine eigene sauce und willst ein open ich scam dich, ich bin ein bastard Ich
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
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
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
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
Obscene since birth I'm a greasy grumbler A frantic fumbler Tripped out stumbler LIKE NOTHIN ON EARTH!
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
(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
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
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
y'all niggas better be watchin' your fates Flow on the track never fumblin' (fumblin') I just be tramplin' on fumblers, Droppin' 'em Don't understand why
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
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
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
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
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
fans hearing a fumbler No Teezo, man, get humbler Blow weed smoke, that crumbled herb Everybody here going to pray! But what drink they got in their
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
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
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