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Nicki Minaj - Mercy Lyrics

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones, Nicki Minaj]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
So on to soundboydem
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Pussy'ole gyaldem
A tink seh dem a-come for the crown
Believe, believe
Nah
Kyuh!

[Hook: Sample, DJ Drama & Nicki Minaj]
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 to jerk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (A Dedication!)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna jerk me (Young Money)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna jerk me (Young Money)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake
All you niggas want some Nic' cake
If you eat ass, I got a thick plate
Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy?
I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy
Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches
Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches?
'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke
So all you niggas—fuck you; all you niggas choke
'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word
F-fuck your Lambo, f-fuck your Murc'
I got more money i-in in my fucking purse
C-court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea section
And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section
I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the econ'my
Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' 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)

[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh 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
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I do some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit
Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch"
Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga
I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan
I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science"
Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act
It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits
Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho
Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98
Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh!

[Hook]
Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna jerk me (Haha, yeah)
Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch), your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna jerk me (Ho)

[Outro: Fuzzy Jones & Lil Wayne]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Fuck them hoes, nigga)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup)
Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup)
Believe, believe (Lean, we the shit)
Believe, believe (Lean, syrup)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby)
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my niggas on the island)
Believe, believe
Believe, believe (One)