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Mercy (Remix)

Loud Team

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[Hook: Beno] Mary Jane burning, Ciroc if you bitch thirsty x8 [Verse 1: Beno] Hold up, hold up pause, awaited be the flyest I'm the hottest and you niggas just fired My girl a dike so all the opinions biased In the club hitting more notes than Mariah Burning more rubber than a NASCAR driver Went from back of the bus to a backseat driver From a seller to a buyer To consumer from supplier It's gone sound like a ride, soon as I flick this light cuz I got pounds coming in, like I just built a gym .5 of the Kush and it's going for the 10 I like my water shallow I ain't really tryna swim I smashed ya girlfriend now Ima smash her best friend [Hook] [Verse 2: Steve Rox] They tried to put a cool dude in the box but I'm too hot so now look Ya girlfriend say she heard about me so I robbed ya ass and she took Let me finish, all up in the mouth like I'm a dentist Slow neck, in the whip, acrobatic like I'm a gymnast Hold up, scratch that, the hoes loving my Bat Attack It's about to b a dark knight and her ass fat so I smack that I hit right and that's not an option Steve Rox, I stay in ya pocket I keep ya feignin' cause I'm the meanin' Of dope shit and ya city's floppin' Welcome to the jungle, we about to make us a movie Loud Team set up the cameras, Neeko called all the groupies Badd bitches in the clear, we caught up in the rear I'm a pretty nigga, too cool I'm R&B so I'm too smooth [Hook] [Verse 3: Rico] Mary Jane burning, I look like a arson So many horses on me you would think my name was Carlton Hold up beg my pardon, you don't wanna start it Cause nigga I'm the shit, and y'all niggas just fart, unh Fake niggas that's that shit don't like Yo bitch she take pipe, now that is a blessed night I'm too paid, Donald Trump Run the game, Forest Gump Spit game on gasonline TNT, I blow it up My flow baked, Betty Crocker I'm sick, need a doctor My dreads swinging, I'm turnt up I'm the teen version of Wake Flocka I get dough, Pillsbury Y'all make-believe, tooth fairy Y'all Chuckie Finster when it come to bitches Cause y'all niggas is too scary I spit dope, Steve Rox Too allergic to cock blocks I'm riding round in a drop-top Blowing loud nigga, non-stop My dick on top of yo girl head I'm laid up in yo girl head And Top Flyght y'all niggas snitches Top Flyght security are the world Craig [Verse 4: Neeko] I'm sipping O's while I'm blowing O's She sucking dick, she love giving blow I'm Gold Grilla, I'm so trilla Big stacks I kill niggas I hit the trap I might bust a nigga Yo girl wanna fuck a nigga I pull a broad like I pull a trigga 17 bout to 6 figures Foreign, Phantom, just hopped out Atlanta Blowing exotic weed the same color as Tropicana And yeah my pockets greasy like I bought a box of Church's And all these bitches on me cause they fuck wit all my verses And now I drop the top on that Beamer Fucking a broad named Nina Freak like her name Trina But her lips like Angelina Twin stacks I got Phil and Lil Pockets fat like Uncle Phil But I'm living oh so trill Fat nigga tryna see a mil
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