KANYE WEST FT JAY-Z - MERCY | Текст песни

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[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]
Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth.
It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth.
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe!

[Hook:]
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty. (Swerve!)
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me. (Swerve!)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
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 pay day, (Huh!)
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' high, Californicatin',
I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yeah, 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. Pacman, this pill popping-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 Audemar 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,
Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto!

[Hook]

[Interlude: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall.
And who no have teeth gwine run pon them gums caw,
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound.
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left,
Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder.

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
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 building like I'm the shit,
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million or I'mma 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".
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly,
Now the whole party is melted like Dali,
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.

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise.
I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane.
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage.
Hundred bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid.
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds. Backpack rhymin', co-signed by Louis Vuitton. (Yup!)
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.

[Hook]

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