Kanye West – Mercy Lyrics

 

Mercy Lyrics by Kanye West (feat. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz)

 

Well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ 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-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 (Swerve, 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-state
Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass-tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don’t we do this every day, day? (Huh?)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And n***** still hatin’
So much hate I need a AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I’m Perrier-in’
White girls politickin’, that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’ high, Californicatin’
I gave her that D ’cause that’s where I was born and raised in

O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)
O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)

It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve, swerve)
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve) (Swerve)
It is a- when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (Swerve, swerve)
Believe, believe, believe, believe (Swerve, swerve)

Yeah, it’s primetime, my top back this pimp game, ho
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James, ho
I’m bill-droppin’, Miss Pacman, 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 is 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 poundcake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo, Murcielago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it’s like

O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)
O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)

It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve, swerve)
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve, swerve)
It is a- when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (Swerve, swerve)
Believe, believe, believe (Swerve, swerve)
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth
In the dance hall and who no have teeth gwan run pon dem gums cuh
When 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

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, “Gimme fifty million or I’ma quit”
Most rappers taste level, ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass till it’s up in your face level
Don’t do no press, but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
Somethin’ ’bout Mary, she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is meltin’ like Dali
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I’ll move in the lobby (Yah)
N***** is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon’ see lawyers and n***** in Jordans (2 Chainz)

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 (Damn)
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, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain (Rain) pourin’ (Pourin’), all my cars is foreign (Foreign)
All my broads is foreign (Foreign), money tall like Jordan

O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)
O-o-o-o-o-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, swerve)
I-I-I-I-I’m in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, swerve)
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve, swerve)
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth (Swerve, swerve)
It is a- when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (Swerve, swerve)
Believe, believe, believe, believe (Swerve, swerve)

It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth
It is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of teeth
It is a- when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe

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