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      Have Mercy

      YBN Cordae

      Album: The Lost Boy

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      YBN Cordae - Have Mercy Música y Letra

      Kidd
      Ugh
      Sweet Lord, please have mercy
      Baby Jesus, please save us
      I know I used up my three favors
      Back to sinnin' like a week later
      New car, speed racer
      Cop a crib, need acres
      Most of all, we all need prayer
      Karma comin', beware
      I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
      But I hope I'm on the right path
      Life'll hit you with a light jab
      Mike Tyson, strike back
      You niggas goin' out slight sad
      Know I'm all about my bag
      New drip, I grab
      I just wanna get my life back
      There's no complainin' on this side
      My niggas, shit is not tolerated
      Cut some niggas off like a operation
      And my team way more consolidated
      Suite presidential, that's inauguration
      'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
      Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
      Divine timin', took a lot of patience
      Now it's time for the takeover, all gas and the brake's slower
      Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I'm here in Paris for the layover
      Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over
      You're mad at me 'cause your pay slower
      Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin' on a sofa
      Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
      'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober
      I paint pictures, you a Crayola
      I got a bad bitch and she laid over
      She really asked could she stay over?
      I told her that we needed face closure
      This mellow money has a great odor
      These the things that I prayed over
      Sweet Lord, please have mercy
      Baby Jesus, please save us
      I know I used up my three favors
      Back to sinnin' like a week later
      New car, speed racer
      Cop a crib, need acres
      Most of all, we all need prayer
      Karma comin', beware
      I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
      But I hope I'm on the right path
      Life'll hit you with a light jab
      Mike Tyson, strike back
      You niggas goin' out slight sad
      Know I'm all about my bag
      New drip, I grab
      I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
      Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I'm the real deal?
      My bitch bad with no ill-will 'cause she'll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
      Loose slips, sink ships, Cam'ron pink drip, that is my fashion
      I'm not really with the high flashin', it's not helpin' with my braggin'
      I penetrate it, been the greatest, new house, renovate it
      I got the juice you eliminated, pussy-niggas always instigate it
      Can't fuck me over boy, I'm too clever, that applies all to whoever
      I'm just here to pursue pleasure, boy, I'm goin' out like Hugh Hefner
      Sweet Lord, please have mercy
      Baby Jesus, please save us
      I know I used up my three favors
      Back to sinnin' like a week later
      New car, speed racer
      Cop a crib, need acres
      Most of all, we all need prayer
      Karma comin', beware
      I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
      But I hope I'm on the right path
      Life'll hit you with a light jab
      Mike Tyson, strike back
      You niggas goin' out slight sad
      Know I'm all about my bag
      New drip, I grab
      I just wanna get my life back
      Baby Jesus, please save us
      Baby Jesus, please save us

      YBN Cordae - Have Mercy Música y Letra

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