Kanye West - Mercy Lyrics
[Hook x4]Lamborghini MercyYour chick she so thirstyI’m in that two seat LamboWith your girl she tryna jerk me[Verse 1: Big Sean]Drop it to the floorMake that ass shakeWoah make the ground move, that’s an ass quakeBuilt a house up on that ass, that’s an ass stateRoll my blunt on it, that’s an ass traySay Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay dayFinally got paid, now I need shade and a vacayAnd niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AKNow we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah PalinGettin’ high, Californicatin’I give her that D, cause that’s what I was born and raised in[Hook][Verse 2: Pusha T]It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoeI’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoeI’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’ ass hoeI’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffinsAll she want is some heel moneyAll she need is some bill moneyHe take his time, he counts it outI weighs it up, that’s real moneyCheck the neck, check the wristThem heads turnin’, that’s exorcistMy Audemar like Mardi GrasThat’s Swiss time and that’s excellenceTwo door preferenceRoof gone George JeffersonThat white frost on that pound cakeSo your Duncan Heinz is irrelevantLambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I goWherever we go we do it pronto[Hook][Verse 3: Kanye West]Let the suicide doors upI threw suicides on the tour busI threw suicides on the private jetYou know what that mean, I’m fly to deathI step in Def Jam building like I’m the shitTell ‘em “give me fifty million or I’mma quit”Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist levelTurn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face levelDon’t do no press but I get the most press, kidPlus your my *****, make your ***** look like PreciousSomething’ ’bout Mary she gone off that MollyNow the whole party is melted like DhaliNow everybody is movin’ they bodyDon’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobbyNiggas is loiterin’ just to feel importantYou gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]Now catch up to my campaignCoupe the color of mayonniaseI’m drunk and high at the same timeDrinkin’ champaign on the airplaneSpit rounds like the gun rangeBeat it up like Rampage100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaidGrade A, A1, chain the color of AkonPlatinum diamonds backpack around meCosigned by Louis VuittonHorse power, horse powerAll this Polo on I got horse powerPound of this cost 4 thousandI make it rain, she want more showersRain pourin’, all my cars is foreignAll my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan[Hook]
