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Some information about Forgive Me Father Lyrics Title: Fabolous - Forgive Me Father lyrics Artist: Fabolous Album: Street Dreams Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Forgive Me Father Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Uh uh huh uh yeah There s a lot of money over here Hahahahaha ha ha Uh uh uh uh that s word to Brooklyn I m back I don t what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1]: Mabye cause I m eatin and these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen 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 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 Everday I m poppin a table 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 on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they wn t be goin nowhere for awhile They might as well pull out a snicker ye-ye-yeah [Chorus]: Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewelry 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 yu know the hammers ll be with me Pokin out the skirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D with 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 Damn it we -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 it s gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham That s why I m watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hundred grams rope and hundred grams At the same time our 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 [Chorus] [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 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 jobs 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 [Chorus] That s right I ll do it again nigga uh yeah I m a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga uh Desert Storm Street Family uh 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 uh uh yeah Hottest songs from Fabolous : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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