Holy Father

Eh, eh-oh-oh, 33

Oh, Holy Father, oh, eh, oh-eh-oh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh
Oh, Holy Father oh, eh, oh-eh-oh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh

I don't pose with guns, do not pose with girls
Too many people, they done took from us
Mama swept the floor, she was doing her job
A couple months ago she breathed her last breath
I got me a toy gun, in case you wanna flex
Just know, I don't do it for the fee like that
Sued you every day to make sure you're up next
All the hatin' bitches, we throw up now

Yeah, yeah
Still the same, doesn't matter if we sell
Water on my neck, I'm doing well
Prayin' every day even though you go to hell, baby

And trust me, I'm sorry
All the things I did, holy
Father, can you redo me ah?

Oh, Holy Father, oh, eh, oh-eh-oh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh
Oh, Holy Father, oh, eh, oh-eh-oh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Sierra Kidd
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