Mercy

Album: Dedication 4 (2012)
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  • Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
    (Ah who God bless, no man cyahn curse)
    It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
    (So what happen to some bwoy dem?)
    It is a- when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
    (Pussy hole gyaldem
    Ah tink seh dem ah guh come for di crown)
    Believe, believe
    (Nah)

    Okay (kyuh), Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
    I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna to jerk me
    Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
    I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (a dedication)
    Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) (swerve)
    Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) (swerve)
    I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money)
    With your girl she tryna jerk me (Young Money)
    Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
    Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) (boy)
    I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) (boy)
    With your girl she tryna jerk me (Gangsta) (Young Money)

    Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
    My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake
    All you niggas want some Nic' cake
    If you eat ass, I got a thick plate
    Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy?
    I came from Trinidad on a temporary Vis-ayy
    'Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
    I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexin' bitches
    Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches
    Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches?
    'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke
    So all you niggas, fuck you, all you niggas choke
    'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
    So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word
    F-fuck your Lambo, f-fuck your Murc'
    I got more money in-in-in my fuckin' purse
    C-court side, you in the C Section
    I'm with them Bloods, you-you with the C Section
    In Malibu I'm by the sea section
    And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section
    I'm a Republican votin' for Mitt Romney
    You lazy bitches is fuckin' up the econ'my
    Out in Miami, I be chillin' with a zombie
    Diablo, Alejandro, Demelo, Gandhi

    Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
    Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
    I'm in that two-seat Lambo (swerve)
    With your girl, she tryna jerk me
    Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
    Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
    I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (swerve)
    She tryna jerk me (swerve)

    Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (swerve)
    And a gnashin' of teeth (swerve)
    It is a weepin' and a mournin' (swerve)
    And a gnashin' of teeth (swerve)
    It is a- when it comes to my sound (swerve)
    Which is the champion sound (swerve)
    Believe, believe (swerve)
    Believe, believe (swerve)

    Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
    And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
    And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
    Cah when time it comes to my sound
    Which is the champion sound
    The bugle has blown fi many times
    And it still have one more time left (ugh)
    Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

    I'm the shit, turn your nose up
    I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
    I do some bad bitches on my private jet
    If them bitches ain't fuckin', give them parachutes
    Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit
    Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch"
    Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
    Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
    I don't do pussy-niggas but get the most pussy, nigga
    I'm poppin' Percs, I'm sippin' lean, smokin' pot like cookin' dinner
    My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan
    I'm countin' money, I'm smokin' plants, call that shit "math and science"
    Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
    These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act
    It's Young Money, you bitch, you, my weed louder than pimp suits
    Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits
    Swish, Michael Phelps, nigga, in your ho
    Coupe the color of YooHoo, rude boy, free Buju
    Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been ballin' since '98
    Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database
    I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns
    Our guns bigger than cop guns, y'all ain't spittin', dry tongue
    I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast
    Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
    Wayne soarin', all my whores is whorin'
    All you rappers is borin', Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh

    Lamborghini Murci' (syrup)
    Your chick she so thirsty (syrup)
    I'm in that two-seat Lambo (syrup)
    Girl, she tryna jerk me (haha, yeah)
    Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch)
    Your chick she so thirsty
    I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4)
    She tryna jerk me (ho)

    Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (syrup)
    And a gnashin' of teeth (syrup)
    It is a weepin' and a mournin' (fuck them hoes, nigga)
    And a gnashin' of teeth (pause)
    It is a-, when it comes to my sound (syrup)
    Which is the champion sound (yeah, syrup)
    Believe, believe (lean, we the shit)
    Believe, believe (lean, syrup)
    Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
    And a gnashin' of teeth
    It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby)
    And a gnashin' of teeth
    It is a-, when it comes to my sound
    Which is the champion sound (shout out my niggas on the island)
    Believe, believe
    Believe, believe (one) Writer/s: Dwayne Carter, Onika Maraj
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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