Forgive Me Father Lyrics

Forgive Me Father lyrics

[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's alot of money over
here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats 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 my 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 vasoline 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'm movin so much cash and
cream in the club
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly nigga
that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab 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 aint
hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls
on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for
a while
They might as well pull out a snicker
Ye-Ye-Yea

[Chorus]
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
theres 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 soap its gonna blam
The info 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 our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better
sense
These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements
Nigga!

[Chorus]
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
theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

[Verse
3]
I'm in a waggy with em 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 bag 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 dont 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 jobs bigger
than Chris Rock front teef
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!)

[Chorus]
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 theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

Thats
right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar
nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's
Salute (yea)
Get this fuckin money man
It's alot of fuckin money over
here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)