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rick ross - mercy lyrics

[intro: fuzzy jones]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a weepin’ and a mournin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a— when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe, believe

[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy
your chick, she so thirsty
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (believe)
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy
your chick, she so thirsty
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo
with your girl, she tryna jerk me
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (woah) (believe)
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy
your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo (boy)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me

[verse 1: rick ross]
i’m rocking bally, walking the valley of death
vacheron cost a lambo, you n-ggas in debt
i ain’t want to f-ck your girl, i just wanted a fresh
after big, puff told me i was the best
still is that top n-gga
cocaine, ciroc n-gga
pull up on that yacht n-gga
detectives know i’m hot n-gga
hostile, mob style, rothchild’s
trench coat, half cal, my d-ck hang to my calf now
real n-gga, i woke up with a kilo
real b-tch, keep kissing on my pee hole
paid in full, b-tch i think i’m rico
it’s rozay, i sold food like cee-lo

[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve) (believe)
o–o–o–o–o–okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i–i–i–i–i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[verse 2: rockie fresh]
i’m in that lamborghini drop top
gunning for the top spot
gold rollie, my watch froze
you would think the clock stopped
countin h-lla 20’s, get into my dreams
ballin with my n-ggas
your girl gon’ f-ck the team
now i been off that jameson so i might need her name again
i came to win, she’s just tryna kick it like it’s 4th and 10
give it as she gon run it back
her legs spread like a jumping jack
her other man, he h-lla whack
and he don’t stack it like rockie stacks
seen more clothes than a laundromat
more whips then kunta back
like racism, i’mma be around
so y’all n-ggas get used to that

[refrain: fuzzy jones & big sean]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a weepin’ and a mournin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a— when it comes to my sound (swerve)
which is the champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’
and a gnashin’ of t–th in the dancehall
and who no have t–th gwan rub pon dem gums
cuh when time it comes to my sound
which is the champion sound
the bugle has blown fi many times
and it still have one more time left
cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[bridge: kanye west & 2 chainz]
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 buildin’ like i’m the sh-t
tell ’em gimme fifty million or i’ma quit
most rappers’ taste level ain’t at my waist level
turn up the b-ss ’til it’s up-in-yo-face level
don’t do no press but i get the most press kit
plus, yo, my b-tch make your b-tch look like precious
somethin’ ’bout mary, she gone off that molly
now the whole party is meltin’ like dalí
now everybody is movin’ they body
don’t sell me apartment, i’ll move in the lobby (yah)
n-ggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
you gon’ see lawyers and n-ggas in jordans (2 chainz)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & big sean]
okay, now catch up to my campaign
coupe the color of mayonnaise
i’m drunk and high at the same time
drinkin’ champagne on the airplane (tell ’em)
spit rounds like a gun range (baow)
beat it up like rampage
hundred bands, cut your girl
now your girl need a band-aid (d-mn)
grade a, a1
chain the color of akon
black diamonds, backpack rhymin’
co-signed by louis vuitton (yep)
horsepower, horsepower
all this polo on, i got horsepower
pound of this cost four thousand
now i make it rain, she want more showers
rain (rain) pourin’ (pourin’)
all my cars is foreign (foreign)
all my broads is foreign (foregin)
money tall like jordan

[refrain: fuzzy jones & big sean]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a weepin’ and a mournin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a— when it comes to my sound (swerve)
which is the champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a weepin’ and a mournin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a— when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe, believe, believe, believe

- rick ross lyrics

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