笨小笨God Forgives， I Don’t歌词由Hotboy Wes演唱，出自专辑《Left For Dead， Vol.1》，下面是《God Forgives， I Don’t》完整版歌词！
God Forgives， I Don’t歌词完整版
God Forgives, I Don’t - Hotboy Wes
Ayy this for them 9th Street hardheads man
KG made it
This for every young n***a out there man
You hear me
Put it in they ************* face n***a
For real
My lil' brother rocking USPA we wasn't having Nike
Grew up in the gutter wasn't no structure it took sacrifices
High speed ain't have a license
Skrrt
White folks gon' extradite me
P***y ***** ain't never write me
Locked down I'm letter writin'
Thousand push-ups every night I hurt them h*es feelings
Feelings
Waitin' on parole starin' at a closed ceiling
Ceiling
Sleepin' on my mama couch was thinkin' 'bout a million
Million
Residue on my clothes sellin' 'bows out a building
Record label just called me they wanna see me in New York
Yep
Crippin' like I'm from Cali I'm pimpin' ******* like Too Short
Crip
Posted up the ally puttin' PCP on my Newports
******* they used to dog me I'm ballin' like it was two courts
Northside thuggin' like New Orleans in the '90s
Wah
Grew up on BG had a BB gun in my diapers
Cellblock 33 when I had to sleep with the lifers
If a n***a play me knife him that **** turned me to a tiger
Grr
Heart barely beating from the betrayals and the stab wounds
Late night with great whites been posted up since past noon
Gave my dog fifty ain't see my n***a since last June
Locked me up at eleven brought a weapon to my classroom
Ever since a toddler age I promise it's been turbulence
Turbulence
Opps said they gon' stop my days they promise they gon' murder men
Murder
I ain't with all that dissin' you can miss me with that verbal ****
Chopper sticks on a mission spin his trenches with some urgency
Baow baow baow baow
Young n***a trappin' if you trappin' trap your a*s off
Young n***a jackin' if you jackin' jack your a*s off
Free bands in my Guccis think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a **** about no music I'll crash out
Throwin' up my section in another n***a trenches
Trenches
Rock out with that Glock out I'm like Popeye on the spinach
Spinach
***** I'm really from the trenches don't do it for no image
Outside where they be spinnin'
Glock 9 in my Givenchy
Baow baow baow baow
Young n***a trappin' if you trappin' trap your a*s off
Trap
Young n***a jackin' if you jackin' jack your a*s off
Give it up
Free bands in my Guccis think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a **** about no music I'll crash out
Quit
I'll crash out
Ayy and you n***as know where to find me at n***a
You hear me
Right across the creek n***a
On my mama n***a Green Stone Pound n***a
Yeah four pistol or no pistols n***a
Yeah n***a you n***as got a whole football team n***a I'll be one deep
You hear me
On my mama
Still gon' lay dead in the street behind that **** n***a
On my mama n***a
Yeah
God forgive I don't
P***y-a*s n***a
