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dev the follower - lord have mercy lyrics

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[intro: dev the follower]

lord have mercy, ‘bout to pull up on the house on 340
lord have mercy, f-ck with me and i will light up your whole street

[hook: dev the follower]

lord have mercy
man, i swear you do not wanna run up on me
i promise if you do, you gon’ see
that i don’t f-ck around, homie, the .40 don’t sleep

[verse 1: dev the follower]

pull up with the chopper if you don’t give me my f-ckin’ money back
always coming strapped, coming for my stacks
yeah, i want ‘em back, pull up make it clap

pistol with a beam, make your homies scream
make you go to sleep, think it was a dream
fake -ss rappers drink promethazine
st-tch an -ss and make a human centipede

if it was me, then there wouldn’t be robbery
pickin’ my pockets, i’ll put you in poverty
holes in your neck if i use the nine properly
f-ck around and leave you dead on your property

hole in your -ss, you would think it was sodomy
leaving alive, better chance win the lottery
steal from me and you will learn that you’ll probably
start choking until you rupture an artery

catch a homicide, take you for a ride
.40 is second string ‘cause he’s on the side
thinkin’ it’s a game until somebody dies
catch a body, make your family agonize
yeah, i’m pretty crazy, i should be prescribed
dilated eyes, veins cauterized
choosing to lie to me wasn’t very wise
play a stupid game, win a stupid prize

[hook: dev the follower]

lord have mercy/
man, i swear you do not wanna run up on me
i promise if you do, you gon’ see
that i don’t f-ck around, homie, the .40 don’t sleep

[verse 2: dev the follower]

hop in the car then let’s pull up and stop
f-ck a drive by, let’s pull down the top
br-ss in the chamber, it’s already c-cked
then i start poppin’ and skirt off the lot

stole from me and that is unacceptable
bet the chopper turns you to a vegetable
not the benelli, that is a collectible
br-ss is ingested but it’s not digestible

when you die, it’s not funeral, it’s not a service, b-tch, we cheer like a festival
no compet-tion, you are not contestable
i will be honest, at first i was skeptical

comas only, i don’t f-ck with the decimals
i don’t divide, you forgot what the lesson was
hit it one time, then you catch a bus
find out who they are before you give up trust

you will catch on as you keep learning
catch a body take it to the taxidermy
smoke you before you’ll be catching an attorney
that’s a waste of time, ain’t no controversy

blood red, hit your temple, surely
momma asking why i go to church early
lookin’ up to god, asking for his mercy
lord have mercy

- dev the follower lyrics

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