Mercy Lyrics

Mercy lyrics

Kanye West

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Lyrics to Mercy
Well! It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashing of teeth
It is a... when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
Believe, 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
Your chick, she so thirsty
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
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

Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground move; that's an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass; that's an ass-tate
Roll my weed on it; that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Haaaan?)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Haaaan?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
(And niggas still hatin'), so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin'
White girls politickin'; that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' hot; Californicatin'
I give her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in

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)
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)

Well! It is a weepin' and a moanin' (swerve) and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (swerve) and a gnashing 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)

Yuugh!
It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-Man, this pill poppin'-ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin', that's exorcist
My Audemars like Mardi Gras
That's Swiss time, and that's excellence
Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant
Woo! Lambo, Murcie-lago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we go, we do it pronto
It's like...

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)
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)

Well! It is a weepin' and a moanin' (swerve) and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (swerve) and a gnashing 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)

Well, it is a weepin' and a mournin'
And a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums
'Cause 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
'Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

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 shit
Tell 'em give me fifty million or I'ma quit
Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press kit
Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dalí
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

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 the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
Hundred bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a Band-Aid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin', co-signed by Louis Vuitton
Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

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)
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)

Well! It is a weepin' and a moanin' (swerve) and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (swerve) and a gnashing 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)
Well! It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashing of teeth
It is a... when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe

Songwriters: RILEY, WINSTON DELANO / ANDERSON, SEAN N / BEAGEL, DENZIE N / EPPS, TAUHEED N / THORTON, TERRENCE N / WEST, KANYE N
Publisher: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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