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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Fabolous-Forgive Me Father
Lyricist:L Gayle, John David Jackson
Yeah, there's alot of money over here That's word to Brooklyn, I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas, man
Maybe 'cause I'm eatin' and these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline for 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 don't 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 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 won't be goin' nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker, ye-ye-yeah
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
Anywhere the kid moves, 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 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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
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 smoking'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 I 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
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, nigga
Thats 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 alot of fuckin' money over here, yeah I don't know what the fuck you doin', yeah
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