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letra de mercy [extended version] - kanye west

[intro: fuzzy jones]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe, believe

[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
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 (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 (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (woah, believe)
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy
your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (boy)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me

[verse 1: big sean & kanye west]
okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
woah, make the ground move: that’s an ass quake
built a house up on that ass: that’s an ass-state
roll–roll–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-ggas still hatin’
so much hate, i need a ak (ak)
now we out in paris, yeah, i’m perrierin’
white girls politickin’ and that’s that sarah palin
get–get–get–get–get–gettin’ hot, californicatin’
i give her that d, ’cause that’s where i was born and raised in
[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve, believe)
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[post-chorus: fuzzy jones & big sean]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a weepin’ and a mournin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a—when it comes to my sound (swerve)
which is the champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)

[verse 2: pusha t]
yuugh! 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. pac-man, 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 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 audemars 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, woo
lambo murciélago
she go wherever i go
wherever we go, we do it pr-nto, it’s like—
[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve, believe)
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[bridge: fuzzy jones]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’
and a gnashin’ of t–th in the dancehall
and who no have t–th 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 3: kanye west & 2 chainz]
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 sh-t
tell ’em gimme fifty million or i’ma quit
most rappers’ taste level ain’t at my waist level
turn up the bass ’til it’s up-in-yo-face level
don’t do no press but i get the most press, kid
plus, yo, my b-tch make your b-tch look like precious
somethin’ ’bout mary, she gone off that molly
now the whole party is melting like dalí
now everybody is movin’ they body
don’t sell me apartment, i’ll move in the lobby (yah)
n-ggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
you gon’ see lawyers and n-ggas in jordans (2 chainz)

[verse 4: 2 chainz & big sean]
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 a gun range (baow)
beat it up like rampage
hundred bands, cut your girl
now your girl need a band-aid (d-mn)
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
now 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

[chorus: yb, big sean & fuzzy jones]
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve)
o-o-o-o-o-okay, lamborghini mercy (swerve)
your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
i-i-i-i-i’m in that two-seat lambo (swerve, believe)
with your girl, she tryna jerk me (swerve, believe)

[post-chorus: fuzzy jones & big sean]
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ (swerve)
and a gnashin’ of t–th (swerve)
it is a—when it comes to my sound (swerve)
which is the champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
well, it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a weepin’ and a moanin’ and a gnashin’ of t–th
it is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe, believe, believe, believe

[verse 5: nicki minaj]
drop it to the floor, make that d-ck shake
my homegirls slurp it like a milkshake
all you n-ggas 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 motherf-ckers know i put the hex on b-tches
i f-ck a b-tch over like i’m s-xing b-tches
tic-tac-toe, then i put the x on b-tches
point game, i score, who’s next, you b-tches?
’cause all you n-ggas fake and all you n-ggas broke
so all you n-ggas—f-ck you; all you n-ggas choke
’cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
so all you n-ggas toast ’cause all y’all deep throat, word
f-f-ck your lambo, f-f-ck your murc’
i got more money i-in in my f-cking 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 b-tches is my sons, yeah, c-section
i’m a republican voting for mitt romney
you lazy b-tches is f-cking up the econ’my
out in miami, i be chilling with a zombie
diablo, alejandro, dímelo, gandhi

[verse 6: lil wayne]
ugh! i’m the sh-t—turn your nose up
i threw some bad b-tches on my tour bus
i do some bad b-tches on my private jet
if them b-tches ain’t f-cking, give them parachutes
walked up to a redbone like i’m the sh-t
told her, “give me that p-ssy, and f-ck my b-tch”
yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
b-tch yellow, tape yellow, give you an h-a-l-o
i don’t do p-ssy n-ggas but get the most p-ssy, n-gga
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 sh-t “math and science”
now suck d-ck, trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
these n-ggas broke like mr. glass, they don’t want none, sister act
it’s young money, you b-tch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits
your b-tch swallow my pimp juice, her p-ssy wetter than swim suits
swish! michael… phelps, n-gga, in your ho
coupe the color of yoohoo; rude boy—free buju
f-ck wrong with these f-ck n-ggas? i been balling since ’98
f-ck 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 p-ssy, she like hard d-ck, hard head make her soft fast
tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
wayne soaring, all my wh0res is whoring
all you rappers is boring, trukfit hat and some jordans, ugh!

[verse 7: chris brown]
look, i’m in a lamborghini with two models
twenty-one bottles, a murcielago (yeah)
a n-gga gone when i hit the throttle
then she give me the crazy head
a n-gga swerve, then hit a pot-hole (d-mn)
i’m ridin’ in that big boy, five hundred k on my outcast (ha)
a gotta whole lotta girls in dubai
i got a bush b-tch in the outback (wow)
got adidas from my feet up, check my sneaker (true)
get a hundred thousand for the feature
i’m ballin’ while you n-ggas talkin’ sh-t
and y’all b-tch-ass n-ggas in the bleachers (man)
with this versace, just watch me kick my feet up (oh)
it’s too many n-ggas in my cliques
we all got hits, you n-ggas gettin’ beat up (baow!)
believe us, ohb up in this place (okay)
got them louboutins on, kick a n-gga in his face (do it)
i’m a real virginia n-gga, in la, got va plates (okay)
she say i’m s-xy, i’m just flexin’
wayne gretzky, i skate, yikes

[verse 8: rick ross]
i’m rocking bally, walking the valley of death
vacheron cost a lambo, you n-ggas in debt
i ain’t want to f-ck your girl, i just wanted a fresh
after big, puff told me i was the best
still is that top n-gga
cocaine, ciroc n-gga
pull up on that yacht n-gga
detectives know i’m hot n-gga
hostile, mob style, rothchild’s
trench coat, half cal, my d-ck hang to my calf now
real n-gga, i woke up with a kilo
real b-tch, keep kissing on my pee hole
paid in full, b-tch i think i’m rico
it’s rozay, i sold food like cee-lo

- kanye west

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