Lyrics Forgive Me - Money Man

Forgive Me - Money Man
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Song from the album: Black Circle Friday
In the genre:Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:10.12.2016
Song language:English
Record label:Black Circle, EMPIRE
Age restrictions: 18+

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Forgive Me
No I’m not future but I’m smoking super
I take a faygo than I go dilute it
Dirty money got the condo polluted
She fuck me like the world fina end
I got 100 p’s coming in
No I’m not Pac I ball above the rim
She was a 7 turned her to a 10
I took a 20 turned it to a quarter million
Choppers for robbers who tryna get me
I done got down and dirty lord forgive me
I had to roll up sleeves and go get it
I hit her friend she never gon forgive me
B.c the circle they riding with me
I ain’t sparing lord please forgive me
Getting filthy money lord please forgive me
Sold him a pea he gave me all 20's
I told lil mama thumb through the money
We had to turn nothing into something
I catch a flight I’m zoning in a second
I let that choppa' loose in a second
Young nigga listen to me like a reverend
Crack me a seal and pour a 4 for breakfast
I’m out cooling in Dallas Texas
Kicking shit with the plug at the western
My niggas ain’t young stupid they young and reckless
You will get burnt trying to reach for my necklace
Lil mama energy bad I point her to the exit
I get plenty pussy I ain’t stressing
I get plenty money I ain’t stressing
The only thing a nigga know progression
These niggas telling like they in confession
Niggas snitching they gonna tell it all
Got a win I can’t fail at all
Too many bricks we can’t mail em all
When you buy a bail you don’t need a scale
I put extra in it no petty shit
I’m on heavy shit and I’m on medical and I’m on medicine
Run to the trap like I’m Adrian
No I’m not future but I’m smoking super
I take a faygo than I go dilute it
Dirty money got the condo polluted
She fuck me like the world fina end
I got 100 p’s coming in
No I’m not Pac I ball above the rim
She was a 7 turned her to a 10
I took a 20 turned it to a quarter million
Choppers for robbers who tryna get me
I done got down and dirty lord forgive me
I had to roll up sleeves and go get it
I hit her friend she never gon forgive me
B.c the circle they riding with me
I ain’t sparing lord please forgive me
Getting filthy money lord please forgive me

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