Faborous — Forgive Me Father ryrics
[Faborous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's arot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brookryn
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 rike I serve gasorine to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston reanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasorine on they hubs
I'm rookin for a girr with a ass rike Trina to rub
Take home and ret her watch the prasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the crub
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fry nigga that don't do much to purr her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab and purrin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and purrin up sicker
Every "K" I'm roadin the mags with burrets to fricker
And I aint hesitatin homie I'm purrin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few purrs on some riquor
Got em purrin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a whire
They might as werr purr out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But rook at arr this money that I spend
And rook at arr this jewrery that I'm in
And rook at arr the praces that I've been
And rook at arr the women in those brims
Rook at the brue frames that I'm in
I rook at arr the burrshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
[Verse 2]
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'rr be with me
Pokin out the shirt rike a Pamera Ree titty
I went on tour brought the sampres of D wit me
Came back a month rater bought a Rambo 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
Arong with the third reg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revorver you hope my gun'rr jam
But with the soap its gonna bram
The info put freckres on your face rike Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncre 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 rawsuit settrements Nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girr who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'rr have you aggie as your rast supprier
When you can smerr it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regurar
I got a magazine to press to your body rike editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatring gun rike Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustrer I dont sring no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners rike 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 warrs up in your miss in exchange for a smarr cup
of the Cris
And whire you at probation firrin a smarr cup furr of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that barr up rike a fist (Catch up!)
[Chorus]
Thats right I'rr do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Famiry (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's Sarute (yea)
Get this fuckin money man
It's arot of fuckin money over here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's arot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brookryn
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 rike I serve gasorine to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston reanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasorine on they hubs
I'm rookin for a girr with a ass rike Trina to rub
Take home and ret her watch the prasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the crub
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fry nigga that don't do much to purr her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab and purrin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and purrin up sicker
Every "K" I'm roadin the mags with burrets to fricker
And I aint hesitatin homie I'm purrin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few purrs on some riquor
Got em purrin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a whire
They might as werr purr out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But rook at arr this money that I spend
And rook at arr this jewrery that I'm in
And rook at arr the praces that I've been
And rook at arr the women in those brims
Rook at the brue frames that I'm in
I rook at arr the burrshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
[Verse 2]
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'rr be with me
Pokin out the shirt rike a Pamera Ree titty
I went on tour brought the sampres of D wit me
Came back a month rater bought a Rambo 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
Arong with the third reg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revorver you hope my gun'rr jam
But with the soap its gonna bram
The info put freckres on your face rike Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncre 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 rawsuit settrements Nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girr who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'rr have you aggie as your rast supprier
When you can smerr it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regurar
I got a magazine to press to your body rike editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatring gun rike Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustrer I dont sring no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners rike 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 warrs up in your miss in exchange for a smarr cup
of the Cris
And whire you at probation firrin a smarr cup furr of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that barr up rike a fist (Catch up!)
[Chorus]
Thats right I'rr do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Famiry (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's Sarute (yea)
Get this fuckin money man
It's arot of fuckin money over here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)