Forgive Me Lyrics

I been a sinner like father forgive me

But I ain't no quitter I shoot till it's empty

You said you a rider but you Isn't wit me

You said that i'm lying

But you didn't listen

Think that i'm sick I kill anyone living

Hit any one moving jus to get you wit me

Only want 50's and hunids i'm picky

Living so ugly my face is so

Pretty Ricky smoking sticky icky

Wit my uncle Keith and my cousin Vicky

Tryna keep it brief i jus want the kitty

In the studio I had a glock by the midi

You fell in love wit the worst

You left yo socks and yo shirt

Jus to give me a reason to see it and hurt

I think yo love is a curse

She fell in love wit da feeling

But I isn't feeling a thing off this perc

I know you ain't tryna hear it

Been up all night jus to write you this verse

Work, wit me, please don't don't stop

Working like i remain on the clock

Got work, wit me when i'm on the block

She perfect weather she working or not

Louis V all on her body

Henny attracting the thotties

I got the package from Saudi

Get the bitch trained no potty

Shoot a movie be yo only fan

Lemme hold it down be ya only man

I was on the block wit the contraband

Let her hold my glock lemme hold her hand

I know it ain't love

But it's some to pass the time

But ima keep the gun in my truck

You ain't gotta ask me why

Cuz ima keep running it up

My mag is Shaq sized

Bitch my necklace baptized

Think i met you in a past life yeah

I know it ain't love

But it's some to pass the time

But ima keep the gun in my truck

You ain't gotta ask me why

Cuz ima keep running it up

My mag is Shaq sized

Bitch my neck baptized

Think i met you in a past life yeah

I been a sinner like father forgive me

But I ain't no quitter I shoot till it's empty

You said you a rider but you isn't wit me

You said that i'm lying

But you didn't listen

Think that i'm sick I kill anyone living

Hit any one moving jus to get you wit me

Only want 50's and hunids I'm picky

Living so ugly my face is so,

Pretty Ricky smoking sticky icky

Wit my uncle Keith and my cousin Vicky

Tryna keep it brief i jus want the kitty

In the studio I had a glock by the midi