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big quis, cash kidd & doughboy clay - forgive me lord lyrics

[chorus: doughboy clay]
the only good thing about going broke, that’s how you really find out who your friends
how i’m posed to believe that my wife faithfull?
when every b+tch i’m f+cking on got a man
i can’t even put my phone inside my pockets
’cause every single one of them filled with bands
lord, forgive me if i have to k!ll a hater
don’t go to church, but every night i be praying

[verse 1: big quis]
seeing sh+t on instagram, seen my lil n+gga told
wish i could’ve met him sooner, could’ve tought him the code
all the real og’s is gone, how was he posed to know?
but i’m my own man, so lеt me leave that alonе
my folks talking bad, d+mn, i thought we was gang
but i still put them [?], when they was tryna take they chain
i loved him like a brother, sh+t’ll never be the same
i don’t like his energy, so i am not tryna hang
between roc and clay, they [?] all of my [?]
[?] lil n+gga, so i’m quick to pull out a [?]
i f+cked a famous b+tch, she loved me, but i was poor
if i was a ho n+gga, i would’ve released [?]
i got my chain back, i did that for seven mile
what other rapper did that? i’ll wait a while
my old friend hate when i shut the hood down
but i’ll be wrong if i knock his crippled ass out
i keep a smile, to make it seem like everything alright
my n+gga mama [?] the day he lost his life
but she ain’t know that me and [?] slid the same night
don’t know if i’m going to heaven, i’ll leave that to jesus christ
[chorus: doughboy clay]
the only good thing about going broke, that’s how you really find out who your friends
how i’m posed to believe that my wife faithfull?
when every b+tch i’m f+cking on got a man
i can’t even put my phone inside my pockets
’cause every single one of them filled with bands
lord, forgive me if i have to k!ll a hater
don’t go to church, but every night i be praying

[verse 2: cash kidd]
backwood too fat, can’t even use a blunt, i need a tortch
sorry, god, i don’t want no squares, bless me with escorts
n+ggas keep begging for pointers [?]
balling, so i drive this b+tch in sport
man, these n+ggas poor as h+ll, dawg
i got my coines up like the hedgehog
i was down, n+ggas switched , hoes ignored my jail calls
now i get a quarter every tape, just to tell y’all
old hoes tryna shoot they shot, them b+tches air ball
i was young as h+ll, banging [?] fell off
h+ll na, i’m the one my ex miss like eggnog
how the f+ck you let the money [?] the crew?
[?] hit, don’t say what your n+ggas never would do
man, f+ck the opps, when i’m with family, i feel jealousy too
i’ve been [?]
lord, forgive me, i wasn’t tryna be no [?]
just loaded the glock and [?] up on a [?]
[chorus: doughboy clay]
the only good thing about going broke, that’s how you really find out who your friends
how i’m posed to believe that my wife faithfull?
when every b+tch i’m f+cking on got a man
i can’t even put my phone inside my pockets
’cause every single one of them filled with bands
lord, forgive me if i have to k!ll a hater
don’t go to church, but every night i be praying

- big quis cash kidd doughboy clay lyrics

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