Lyrics:
Hustla In these streets
I keep my heat
I keep my heat
Look
I'm out there juggin
I can't fumble the bag
She wanna fuck man
I hit from the back
I made
the track, we seem to be the topic, rolling tropics
Lets Hustle, Let's Rumble, Let's Tussle
Okay, I catch the pack and never fumble
Lets Hustle, Let's Rumble,
no
Turn the patience into paradise oh please
Naija go humble you
E go turn e go fumble you
When e burn e go crumble you
You go form e go humble you
comes wit it (Yea)
Told you can get tackled with a bag but make sure you hanging on tight and don't fumble it (Don't fumble)
The more gang of Benjamin's
So much tragedy
But if I fumble who's gon help with me
There's no family
There's no friends with me
So if I fumble who's gon help with me
So if I
be nothin'
So now I'm just tryna get big all because of it, ('Cause of it)
I promise I never will fumble it, (Fumble it)
Bet on me, I'll put a hundred
ijebu
Mo wa gbe de won ni eyin kan tun fumble
Ohun tun da ohun tun re (Eja osan)
Osuu e to ba de Odo wa ko tun pada mo
E kole e Kona e ko igbin mo e
want you
How can I trust you
your fam will cross you
Why would I want you if you gon' fumble
Why would I want you,
Why would I want you if you couldn't
I don't care about anything
About anything at all
Whatever happens does these days
As I fumble, fade and fall
In your eyes I'm sure I'm not
Much
say it can you please show me
I been working day and night they gone tell me I was born with it
Ever since my first studio session ain't fumble it
God
I know I'm a product of poverty popping shit
N*ggas is my toilet and I'm bout to take a shit
You know I'm a G never fumble too legit ey
I came from
OM
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
No, I won't fumble anymore
Because I've closed up all the doors to fear and hate
Haters gonna hate, gonna
the squad on your click
Still get it in big stacks by the bundle
Ain't who he say he is boy cap he a runner
Don't pass shit to him he a rat that's a fumble
My
the jungle (jungle)
I keep a stick in my Wraith, I can't fumble (fumble)
I had to trap in the bando, be humble
When I had sleep in that bando all summer
fight
Give a fuck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, rumble, that work
Give a fuck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, rumble, that work
Fumble, just don't
pressure either gon' make you humble
Or make you hang out on the sidelines, and fear you gon' fumble
Put me in coach, ain't out here flexin' for nobody
I
crumble and so
Sit next to me and fumble with
The buttons on my dress
What do you want to be? I wanna be a poet
To get down on my knees and unplug your
after time, we fumble and falter.
Swear we can change,
But who?s got the power?
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down.
And it weighs you down,
conga
Run with that work, don't fumble
Run with it Forrest, don't fumble
Rob a nigga like I'm Curtis Snow
But move like I'm Barrack Obama
I know
can't say that anymore
At home her porch lights burnin' as she fumbles for the key
Tonight she jumps the fences but she didn't quite get free
She's
really did belong
You're lost
You're out of sight
You fumble for the light
You're naked in the dark
They say you have a choice
To hear the silent voice
to my head
Be the weak strand
on the rope from the rafters
Be my slippery hand
as i fumble the dager
in the dark.
Stardom, leave nothing
to be this way
Reach your steady hand
Reach your promised land
With or without me
'cause I'm falling far away
To fumble the light of day and I cease
say a thing
I'm right next to you
Close your eyes
fumble my shadow and heart
Too far away
To go back a time
Close your eyes
Just feel the lose my
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