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I got a bag and doubled it
I did
You get a bag and fumble it
Sick
Traded my soul
Yea yea
Whatever the cost
Yea yea
I left my main girl at night to be

Weight need mo than muscle
Brand new case new shells that fumble
All that play who run that sucker
All that cake you punk muhfuka
Shit wait
All my nighas

like I don’t mind them 

Stevie better not wonder if he fumble I’m a blind him 

Imma stand on gang ain’t nobody save me from drowning 

So I don’t need

Take out all your winter clothes
Put a light to it
Don't start crying once it's lit
Break a year long fumble
Tumble, tripping over shit
I for one am over

that's just serious
Been bodied the beat so it's flame on
Gotta focus up getting my fame on
Can't fumble the ball it's just game on
Can't fumble the ball

run to
I pray me and my brothers don't fumble
As we Dey run the royal rumble
Right now I got so many lions in my jungle
Make dem no devour me like one

crumble
It's like if we took a moment to just step outside our bubble
Then maybe we won't drop the ball, maybe we wont fumble
If we're ready, steady reach

I've been tryna stay to myself, I can't fuck with too many
And I won't fumble the bag, I'mma watch every penny
Might just go to the lot and swerve

know he's my real bro
But still, I fumble, I fumble, I fumble
I fumbled her 'fore I met you
Just know so you know how I feel
I'm feeling good, yea, you

, he gone who's to show in my life?
For all of the mothers, that's working them doubles
Keep ya head up, don't let it go
Don't you fumble, you doin ya

it's main problem
Running it up, i can never fumble
Pour up a pint, my liver in trouble
Guns out, my glock does all the tussle
Get to the bread, all i do

Spice
Yeah yeah
My heart in place
And my mind dey there
I no go fumble o
I no go fumbleo
My heart in place
And my mind dey there
I no go fumble o
I

Okay, I get the bag and I fumble it, Grab the cash and I had to go double it
They don't understand I got it comin' in, In the game and I'm muhfucka

come dey fumble
Cus nah everybody dey 
D jungle 
Ask the apostle 
Yeahhh
Look me as I dey 
Look u 
Na eye signal 
Look me as I dey 
Look you 
Nah eye

Your bitch just stay rude yuh

I fumble I fumble I fumble some more
Ima just smack you I'll settle the score
Wanna go in to the fame but it hurts
Knock

Running it, running it
Got that bag I won't fumble it
Up all night
Tryna get this work done
I know how it feels when you worth nun
Hold on, wait, take

in my heart, I just can't trust you
I just caught me a bag and I can't fumble baby for you
Ill rumble
Making you stumble
When we doin', niggas be fake,

greedy
And I hate the way they fumble on my skin
So I'll close my eyes and hope that
I can live inside a moment
Where I'm someone else
With someone I could

Just tryna justify stackin em bundles
They can't do it like me they'll fumble
Broke a brick down and it crumbled
Have to let these clips hang like

All him plans dey crumble
N as e heart dey troubled
Na so e dey dey fumble
E begin dey stumble
Munachi ne giri nwayoo na-aga

Bad Belle dey dey jaga

you fumble
It's so hard to be humble

Fuck the fame, I'd rather have you respect 
Cops killing' us, they supposed to serve and
Protect shot him' with

Momma asking 'bout this cash
Saw my back, yeah it got stabbed
Running back in your direction through a route, I'll never fumble that
Yesterday I made like

All my bitches humble
And they know they never fumble
Man I'm like Jim Brown they way I never ever fucking stumble
All my diamonds yea it's Tiffany

tryna put on for my mama
That ain't my hoe you seen me with her keep me out yo drama
He caught the pass no interception got hit for a fumble
They hit that