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Lord Forgive Me Video (MV)




Performed By: TCBCHASE
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Chase Clark




TCBCHASE - Lord Forgive Me Lyrics
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Roll the gas up, shit get sticky, If I got a hunnid, bro, got the other 50
Bad habits, don't hold em against me , stop popping them perkys, I was gettin' skinny
Momma worried I went, and copped the blicky, my feelings stopped workin' after what you did to me
I ain't even hurtin', that shit had better me, really been workin', up like a weatherman
Open the door, I ain't let em in,they wanna compete, we ahead of them
How many times I gotta tell the kid, I'm smokin' the dope in the Uber
I cant go back and forth with no losers, who you actin' for through the computer
These niggas ass in the 4th Carlos Boozer, he wear a arm sleeve, but he a shooter
Damn, say why they actin' strange
Ayy, f*ck this bitch once, I called her by her username
I can't cuff shit, I'ma have hoes till like 68
I been rockin' huff fit, so know we do not dress the same
I heard they out to get me, heard they out to get me
I do not ride with squares, it's only members with meee
My niggas do not care, they gon' up that blickyy
So if you stop and stare, better have your switchy
Smokin' on this gas, turn to a chimney, I ain't never hang with Timmy
Ridin' with some killers, Lord forgive me
Chillin' with some niggas, what it get me
Bro been sippin' lean, f*ck up his kidney
I don't gotta ask who with me
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Roll the gas up, shit get sticky, If I got a hunnid, bro, got the other 50
Bad habits, don't hold em against me , stop popping them perkys, I was gettin' skinny
Momma worried I went, and copped the blicky, my feelings stopped workin' after what you did to me
I ain't even hurtin', that shit had better me, really been workin', up like a weatherman
Open the door, I ain't let em in,they wanna compete, we ahead of them
How many times I gotta tell the kid, I'm smokin' the dope in the Uber
I cant go back and forth with no losers, who you actin' for through the computer
These niggas ass in the 4th Carlos Boozer, he wear a arm sleeve, but he a shooter
Damn, say why they actin' strange
Ayy, f*ck this bitch once, I called her by her username
I can't cuff shit, I'ma have hoes till like 68
I been rockin' huff fit, so know we do not dress the same
I heard they out to get me, heard they out to get me
I do not ride with squares, it's only members with meee
My niggas do not care, they gon' up that blickyy
So if you stop and stare, better have your switchy
Smokin' on this gas, turn to a chimney, I ain't never hang with Timmy
Ridin' with some killers, Lord forgive me
Chillin' with some niggas, what it get me
Bro been sippin' lean, f*ck up his kidney
I don't gotta ask who with me
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Writer: Chase Clark
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