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if you
Was in your duffel more
Gangnem popping out with fullies
We don't tussle dork
Gotta know that life bout taking hit's
You bet not fumble sport

a casual thing
I keep cement and bricks for times like this When I feel myself fumble and fall.
I lock the door behind ya, watch you walk away And build me

Make 'em hit it to the beat till the beat go off 
I'ma pop ya tag, I'ma pay that cost 
But fumble me and that's your lost 
Beatbox on the G-spot them

fumble with a key lime
I shoulda been get the horn and get the iron hot

You'd always get shy for me
You ain't ever gon' ride for me
In the back with

(muista)
Uh, in the jungle, jos sä aiot rumble, nii varo ettet fumble (grr, pow)
Kädet ylös, tyhjennä sun taskut (pow, pow)
Mä oon röyhkee lightskin, mä

you what that fumble do (on God)
Real bitch, never showin' both hands (never)
Yeah, I love you but you never knowin' both plans (never)
Took me high,

it to the beat till the beat go off 
I'ma pop ya tag, I'ma pay that cost 
But fumble me and that's your lost 
Beatbox on the G-spot them limbs

Ahh (we out here in these streets boy)
My apology, me I'm not humble
So many man dem dey pray make I tumble
Learnt from Abaga, so I cannot fumble

told me she the one, you better not fumble me

She know she a bad bitch
Bad bitch (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitch (gang)
Bad bitch (on God)
She know she