| Kid
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| Ugh
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| Sweet Lord, please have mercy
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| Baby Jesus, please save us
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| I know I used up my three favors
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| Back to sinnin' like a week later
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| New car, speed racer
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| Cop a crib, need acres
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| Most of all, we all need prayer
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| Karma comin', beware
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| I don’t know where I’m goin', huh
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| But I hope I’m on the right path
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| Life’ll hit you with a light jab
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| Mike Tyson, strike back
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| You niggas goin' out slight sad
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| Know I’m all about my bag
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| New drip, I grab
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| I just wanna get my life back
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| There’s no complainin' on this side
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| My niggas, shit is not tolerated
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| Cut some niggas off like a operation
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| And my team way more consolidated
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| Suite presidential, that’s inauguration
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| 'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
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| Chip on my shoulder, boy, I’m not for waitin'
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| Divine timin', took a lot of patience
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| Now it’s time for the takeover, all gas and the brake’s slower
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| Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I’m here in Paris for the layover
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| Fuck old niggas, boy, your day’s over
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| You mad at me because your pace slower
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| Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin' on a sofa
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| Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
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| 'Cause I’m way doper, better stay sober
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| I paint pictures, you a Crayola
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| I got a bad bitch and she laid over
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| She really asked could she stay over
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| I told her that we need to face closure
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| The smell of money has a great odor
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| These the things that I prayed over
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| Sweet Lord, please have mercy
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| Baby Jesus, please save us
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| I know I used up my three favors
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| Back to sinnin' like a week later
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| New car, speed racer
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| Cop a crib, need acres
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| Most of all, we all need prayer
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| Karma comin', beware
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| I don’t know where I’m goin', huh
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| But I hope I’m on the right path
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| Life’ll hit you with a light jab
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| Mike Tyson, strike back
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| You niggas goin' out slight sad
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| Know I’m all about my bag
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| New drip, I grab
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| I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
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| Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I’m the real deal?
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| My bitch bad with no ill-will 'cause she’ll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
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| Loose lips sink ships, Cam’ron pink drip, that is my fashion
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| I’m not really with the high flashin', it’s no helpin' with my braggin'
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| I penetrate it, been the greatest
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| New house, renovate it
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| I got the juice, you eliminated
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| Pussy niggas always instigatin'
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| Can’t fuck me over, boy, I’m too clever
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| That applies all to whoever
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| I’m just here to pursue pleasure
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| Boy, I’m goin' out like Hugh Hefner
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| Sweet Lord, please have mercy
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| Baby Jesus, please save us
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| I know I used up my three favors
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| Back to sinnin' like a week later
|
| New car, speed racer
|
| Cop a crib, need acres
|
| Most of all, we all need prayer
|
| Karma comin', beware
|
| I don’t know where I’m goin', huh
|
| But I hope I’m on the right path
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| Life’ll hit you with a light jab
|
| Mike Tyson, strike back
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| You niggas goin' out slight sad
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| Know I’m all about my bag
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| New drip, I grab
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| I just wanna get my life back
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| Baby Jesus, please save us
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| Baby Jesus, please save us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Have Mercy , by - YBN Cordae. Song from the album The Lost Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп