| Uh, mercy me
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| Crusing in that Murcielago
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| Mercy mercy me
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| (Lambo)
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| I said mercy mercy me
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| I said mercy
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| I’ve been searching for a real type lover
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| Draped in red dress pull up on the scene
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| You’ve got hostess for your chariot
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| And suicide doors
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| Before you take off
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| Baby spread your wings
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| Lord have mercy
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| That Murcielago
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| On the highway watch her bob and weave
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| I know it’s late
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| And you want me to see you
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| Please, turn off your high beams
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| Now wait a minute it was all a dream
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| Cause God knows I can’t afford you
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| This minimum wage dreams
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| Getting paid six figures for a nigga getting laid
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| It was all a dream
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| And I can’t support you
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| Fuck all the models
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| That Murcielago
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| Spend my energy some other way
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| Hook:
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| Crusing down the high way
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| Chasing those pipe dreams
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| Lamborghini drop top the blocks hot
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| Tell me what you need
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| Fronting all your divends
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| Spend your advance at the dealership
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| Got a garage full of goods
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| A heart made of wood
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| Come chopping down your tree
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| I’ve been searching for a real type of lover
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| Can you show me where she might be
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| Ain’t looking for a Lamborghini
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| That girl’s too obvious
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| A name doesn’t make you luxury
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| So sit down
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| Crenshaw Boulevard
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| Next to Churches Chicken
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| Posted in the parking lot I see
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| A mothership
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| I think I must have found myself a queen |