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letra de no mercy (intro) - young m.a

[intro]
that’s that kofi black music
oh, this what we doin’? alright
uh

[chorus]
took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch (ooh)
middle finger hangin’ out the benz, feel like pac (uh)
spittin’ on your cameras, bandana with the knot
compet-tion lookin’ for me, i was waitin’ at the top (uh)
but ain’t no compet-tion, ain’t no one in my position (nah)
didn’t mean to flex on n-ggas, wasn’t my decision (wasn’t my decision)
god told me, “do it,” so i did it on ’em (so i did it on ’em)
and hoes gon’ be hoes, i ain’t trippin’ on ’em (i ain’t trippin’ on ’em)
n-ggas dyin’ to be me so i’m livin’ on (so i’m livin’ on)
and since they wanna pay attention, i’ma bill it on ’em (i’ma bill it on ’em)
i don’t feel her like she feel me but i’m feelin’ on her (feelin’ on her)
she thought the sky was fallin’ when i dropped the ceiling on ’em

[verse]
then she went and dropped her panties
f-ck your heart, i want a grammy
don’t take molly, don’t take xannies but it’s weed inside the pantry
i get high to get by, she gon’ low ’cause she my ho
shoutout reen, that’s the bro, ayy
shoutout to my motherf-ckin’ woes
uh, we ain’t ever home, we on the road
ain’t no lettin’ up and catchin’ up, we on the road (we on the road)
uh, pull up in that (skrrt, skrrt), hop up in that (brr, brr)
cameras out, hol’ up, let me pose (ooh)
pretty motherf-cker, put me on the front of vogue (ooh)
n-ggas tryna be the bro but they don’t know the code (no)
i put her in history and showed her ’round the globe (around the)
this about to be the greatest story never told, n-gga (never told, n-gga)
if you ain’t know, then now you know, n-gga (huh?)
i wasn’t welcome, i imposed, n-gga (i imposed, n-gga, huh?)
i put this d-ck inside her soul, n-gga, uh (i put this d-ck inside her soul)
just to get up under n-ggas’ skin
f-ckin’ with the same s-x, they say it’s a sin (huh?)
but i’m a dyk- and she a fan, it’s a synonym (ooh)
puttin’ m&ms in the b-tch, then i go and buy a pack of m&ms, n-gga
let’s get it

[chorus]
took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch
middle finger hangin’ out the benz, feel like pac (skrrt)
spittin’ on your cameras, bandana with the knot
compet-tion lookin’ for me, i was waitin’ at the top
but ain’t no compet-tion, ain’t no one in my position
didn’t mean to flex on n-ggas, wasn’t my decision
god told me, “do it,” so i did it on ’em
and hoes gon’ be hoes, i ain’t trippin’ on ’em
i don’t feel her like she feel me but i’m feelin’ on her
she thought the sky was fallin’ when i dropped the ceiling on ’em
n-ggas dyin’ to be me so i’m livin’ on
and since they wanna pay attention, i’ma bill it on ’em
let’s get it

- young m a

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