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the proof in the pudding
Based it's all doof doofy
Don't even go where I'm looking
That's just the cookie, how it crumbles
Dumbcunts fumble and that's not

c solid hand to hold when I'm scared
When the monsters tried to come at me 
You were always there
cnd when I had that fumble under bright
Friday

some cheddar and cheese
I witnessed fumble packs, I just let em proceed. So for loyalty and respect, dawg, forever I'll bleed

I'll never concede, they

damn weak
Walking down your street, and I’m sick of the ending

Thinking of you as I fumble to change the song
Cause it sounds too much like the nights

but I've won
The greatest fight of my life

If I ever stumble in trouble I will not fumble
I'll rise from the rubble cause life's always tough but
His

seating board one, game satisfyin, ain't no trying till you get it
I fiddle, faddle, fo,, fumble, with that, fat ass, bounce on it thorough, then bury

tried yet, please just keep takin' notes, yeah
Ayy, sometimes you just fumble the ball and that's it
I've been in the wrong, and when it happens, I always

shit happened on accident
Even on vacation I just think about them racks again
Not mad at a fumble because my new bitch is extravagant
Loved the ones who

don't fuck with no cheap dick
How you run up a bag but you fumble?
Wait

to ride
If a Nigga fumble me he committed suicide

Got my foot on they necks
While I warm up the coal 
Cause it's brat girl season
No my name not Nicole

radio had it in my jeans,
Sat down awkwardly

Now i got fame,
Can’t fumble the bag and do it bait,
Bro said if that’s then phone him straight,
Put a opp

fumble
The alleyways provide the knowledge
That we took out
The cracks and crevices between the plot
For which you look out
We push you under scrutiny I

that is breaking her spine
One, two, three
Counting every time he think he do it like me
But every time he fumble like girl this not what you need

gats
Hands on the trigger, a soldier like that
Be bolder than that, a few men at my flat
Sweat on my back, don't fumble with all of my stacks

सारे बेसुरे ना सुर ना ताल

आपा धापि भागम भागी
धूप का मौसम लगे है foggy
चारों तरफ़ है सबकुछ fumble
हो रहा है jumble
फिर भी
सब कुशल मंगल
सब कुशल मंगल
सब

dear Lord I pray that I stay humble
They hoping that I fall, I pray that I won't fumble
I got kids to inspire, I'm the one that they look up to
I'm

start to feel glad
That I met you because you turned a good guy into a man
Witnessed me fumble and crumble when I was down on my last
Now that you're

to fumble
Ng'banikeze isandla ngagcina ngiphinde ngabapha nengalo
And I'm not into flexing I know that I'm rich I'm just tryna be humble
You notice the drip

contempt
that I be beside you in that last gasp,
most surely to hold you.
I see you slip and tumble,
slide and fumble in the knot of it,
the score of it

fumble the football, I pray my brothers touch down (pray they touch down)
Section 8, hit the lights, roaches scramblin' (roaches scramblin')
People

don't pretend
When the curtains close
And my weight gets too heavy to hold
Say you'll be there
When the curtains close

Some days I fumble, other days I

used to bubble, now the wrist look like a puddle
I'm the go-to in the huddle 'cause I don't never fumble
I fuck but I don't cuddle glad I made it out

Ok now a ghetto guy want to fumble
A ghetto guy want to see the ghetto girl dem dey shamble
Eke please come rumble
Because a ghetto guy want to relax

abrade
I fumble, cry and fade
I kill with every look
I drill with every hook
I am the huddled mass
Love has only ever kicked my ass

I will make a doorknob