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
Apex Wes - Forgive Me Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Apex Wes
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