Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot Lyrics - Jpegmafia

Oh (You think you know me) 

When we rappin'? 

Pray (Pray), pray 

Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh) 

Pray for my thots on the other side (Side) 

Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45 

Pray when you shoot, it's a homicide 

Pray for my haters, they terrified 

Nigga could kill me, I'm verified 

But I'm still alive, yeah, I'm still alive 

Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron 

I'm so confused, I ain't hard to find 

I push you pussies behind the pine 

Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine 

Come out the pocketbook every time 

Feel like I'm shootin', I'm shiftin' time 

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Dressed in your grandmama hand-me-downs, pussy nigga 

Huh, sucka, I'm prominent, I was anonymous 

I been in front of you every time 

This ain't a bridge, it's a collar crime 

I put my soul into every bar (Man) 

Into every verse, man, into every rhyme (Shit) 

I can't feel my face, oh god 

SMH, no ASMR (Huh!) 

Show me where the prophets go 

Show me how to keep my pussy close 

She said, "You better count your blessings for real" 

Amen (Woo!) 

Pray (Pray), pray 

Pray for my babies, they doin' time 

Pray that these crackers don't Columbine 

I just pray that I peak before my decline 

Make 'em hit recline 

You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity 

Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip 

And go into the Kimber that hit your spine 

Britney, this a sign 

Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime 

Ooh, I should pray for a better line 

But I don't wan' make all my peers resign 

2035, I'll be 45 

They say the church leave us all behind 

Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne 

Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind 

Pray for all of these niggas been lyin' and frontin' for company 

Bitch, I'm a diva, no punk in me 

Fuck you want from me? I'll put you under me, nigga (Oh) 

I'll put your soul in a struggle bar 

I can't feel my face, oh god 

SMH, no ASMR (Huh!) 

Show me where the prophets go 

Show me how to keep my pussy close 

She said, "You better count your blessings for real" 

Amen 

Praise the motherfuckin' lord 

(Oh, dead-dead-deadly)