Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mercy , by - Hit Masters. Release date: 12.04.2012
Song language: English
Mercy |
| It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth |
| It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth |
| When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound |
| Believe! |
| Believe! |
| Lamborghini Mercy |
| Your chick she so thirsty |
| I’m in that two seat Lambo |
| With your girl she tryna jerk me |
| Drop it to the floor |
| Make that ass shake |
| Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake |
| Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state |
| Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray |
| Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err' day-day? |
| I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day |
| Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay |
| And niggas still hatin', so much hate I need an AK |
| Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin' |
| White girls politicin' that’s that Sarah Palin |
| Gettin' high, Californicatin' |
| I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in |
| It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe |
| I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoe |
| I’m bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill poppin' ass hoe |
| I’m poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins |
| All she want is some heel money |
| All she need is some bill money |
| He take his time, he counts it out |
| I weighs it up, that’s real money |
| Check the neck, check the wrist |
| Them heads turnin', that’s exorcist |
| My Audemar like Mardi Gras |
| That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence |
| Two door preference |
| Roof gone George Jefferson |
| That white frost on that pound cake |
| So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant |
| Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go |
| Wherever we go we do it pronto |
| Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth |
| In the dancehall, and who no have teeth will run pon them gums |
| Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound |
| The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left |
| Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder |
| Let the suicide doors up |
| I threw suicides on the tour bus |
| I threw suicides on the private jet |
| You know what that mean, I’m fly to death |
| I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit |
| Tell ‘em «give me fifty million or I’mma quit» |
| Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level |
| Turn up the bass 'til it’s up in your face level |
| Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid |
| Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious |
| Something' 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly |
| Now the whole party is melted like Dali |
| Now everybody is movin' they body |
| Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby |
| Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important |
| You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans |
| Now ketchup to my campaign |
| Coupe the color of mayonnaise |
| I’m drunk and high at the same time |
| Drinkin' champagne on the airplane |
| Spit rounds like the gun range |
| Beat it up like Rampage |
| 100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid |
| Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon |
| Black diamonds backpack around me |
| Cosigned by Louis Vuitton |
| Horse power, horse power |
| All this Polo on I got horse power |
| Pound of this cost 4 thousand |
| I make it rain, she want more showers |
| Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign |
| All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan |