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neno calvin – mercy lyrics

[intro]
uh
it ain’t nothin’, n+gga
yeah
look

[verse]
get a b+tch from out my hood to cook this brick, ain’t leave with nothin’
i hate when i’m losin’ money, whipped it right, i seen it jumpin’
all my life, i had to fight, take a risk, then take a life
she see evil in my past, i put a fetus in her life
sure you right, poppin’ out with two hoes at my show tonight
both ’em dykin’, we get nasty nasty like a porta+potty
showin’ off, hit the booty club, get food and throw a thousand
man, we thuggin’, you was doin’ the right thing, get degrees in college
why the f+ck you started dissin’? you know gang got all the switches
on my sh+t like toilet tissue
i turned twelve and bought a pistol
i bе in my zone boolin’, why the f+ck you started with mе?
besides weezy and lil tunechi, ain’t no n+gga harder than me
i’m a gangster
win or lose, b+tch, we could do it, this heart up in me
he was jocin’ for six months, then ratted for a shorter sentence
look, my cousin f+ck with y’all, but on my end, it’s f+ck you n+ggas
yeah, it’s up with all you n+ggas
i got ten, you touch a n+gga
i was vibin’ by myself, ain’t worryin’ ’bout nothin’, ’cause i’m the n+gga
buyin’ drinks for all the hoes, the n+gga snuck one when i wasn’t lookin’
in my eyes, that sh+t was p+ssy
had the k!ll, you should’ve took it
upped they gun, but they ain’t use it
what you waitin’ on, p+ssy? shoot me
it’s like a hundred on my head, you ‘posed to hit me in my kufi
i’m a big dog in that tre, they let me live, these n+ggas stupid
what it is? only gang ‘nem in this b+tch, ain’t no recruitin’
here’s the deal, never mind, i’m bitin’ my jordan, n+gga, boot it
let me live, i get high like ozzy osbourne in the hills
on the real, my ho take me out to eat and pay the bill
on the real, since i lost my dog, i never gave a d+mn
keep it real, p+ssy pretty pink, it’s always waxed and nair’d
touch a nail, make a b+tch soak in the tub ‘fore i see here
on the real, ain’t no mercy outchea, it is what it is
keep it trill, when we score, don’t tell his people it was them
on the real, they all pour hot water, just send it through the mail, huh
father, forgive ’em, for they don’t know who they temptin’, lord
father, forgive me if i have to send ’em to you, lord
i spit that real, ain’t no cut on it, don’t be misinformed
i get a rush by seein’ blood every time i get annoyed

- neno calvin lyrics

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