Mercy lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: Fuzzy Jones, Nicki Minaj]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
So on to soundboydem
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
pus*y'ole gyaldem
A tink seh dem a-come for the crown
Believe, believe
Nah
Kyuh!

[Hook: Sample, DJ Drama & Nicki Minaj]
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to j*rk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to j*rk me (A Dedication!)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna j*rk me (Young Money)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna j*rk me (Young Money)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drop it to the floor, make that di*k shake
My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake
All you n*ggas want some Nic' cake
If you eat ass, I got a thick plate
Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy?
I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy
Cause motherf*ckers know I put the hex on b*tches
I f*ck a b*tch over like I'm sexing b*tches
Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on b*tches
Point game, I score, who's next, you b*tches?
'Cause all you n*ggas fake and all you n*ggas broke
So all you n*ggas—f*ck you; all you n*ggas choke
'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you n*ggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word
F-f*ck your Lambo, f-f*ck your Murc'
I got more money i-in in my f*cking purse
C-court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea section
And all these b*tches is my sons, yeah, C-section
I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy b*tches is f*cking up the econ'my
Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna j*rk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna j*rk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)

[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth 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
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh! I'm the sh*t—turn your nose up
I threw some bad b*tches on my tour bus
I do some bad b*tches on my private jet
If them b*tches ain't f*cking, give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I'm the sh*t
Told her, "Give me that pus*y, and f*ck my b*tch"
Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
b*tch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don't do pus*y n*ggas but get the most pus*y, n*gga
I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan
I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that sh*t "math and science"
Now suck di*k, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
These n*ggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act
It's Young Money, you b*tch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits
Your b*tch swallow my pimp juice, her pus*y wetter than swim suits
Swish! Michael... Phelps, n*gga, in your ho
Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju
f*ck wrong with these f*ck n*ggas? I been balling since '98
f*ck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pus*y, she like hard di*k, hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh!

[Hook]
Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna j*rk me (Haha, yeah)
Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, b*tch), your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna j*rk me (Ho)

[Outro: Fuzzy Jones & Lil Wayne]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (f*ck them hoes, n*gga)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup)
Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup)
Believe, believe (Lean, we the sh*t)
Believe, believe (Lean, syrup)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby)
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my n*ggas on the island)
Believe, believe
Believe, believe (One)
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