Forgive Me Father lyrics
Forgive Me Father lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
There's a lot of money over here
Ha, ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
[Verse 1]
Maybe 'cause I'm eatin'
And these bastards fiend for they grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin' on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin' Vaseline on they hubs
I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I move as smooth as castor cream in the club
And don't pass my green or my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin' a tag and pullin' a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin' the tags and pullin' up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin' the mags with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitatin' homie I'm pullin' it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls of some liquor
Gotta pull it on niggas
And they won't be goin' nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker, Ye-Ye-Yea
[Hook]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
[Verse 2]
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin' in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the scope its gonna blam
The infra put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time an artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Hook]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
[Verse 3]
I'm in a waggy when I'm passin' by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the baggie you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
'Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teeth
I'm the nigga tearin' the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
Of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
[Hook]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga
[Outro]
That's right I'll do it again, nigga (Yeah)
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar, nigga
Desert Storm Street Family we here (Yeah)
Young G's Salute (Yeah)
Get this fuckin' money man
It's a lot of fuckin' money over here (Yeah)
I don't know what the fuck you doin' (Yeah)
- Artist:Fabolous
- Album:Street Dreams (2003)