เนื้อเพลง Forgive Me Father - Fabolous

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 f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas

[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 n*ggas 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 n*gga that don't do much to pull her and d*ck 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 n*ggas
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 bullsh*t 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 n*ggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements n*gga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]:
I'm in a waggy with 'em passin' by ya
With a baby girl who s*ck 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 n*gga 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 n*gga (uh yeah)
I'm a motherf*ckin' ghetto superstar n*gga (uh)
Desert Storm Street Family (uh) we here (yeah)
Young G's salute (yeah)
Get this f*ckin' money man
It's a lot of f*ckin' money over here (yeah)
I don't know what the f*ck you doin' (uh uh yeah)