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letra de mercy with doubt - young nudy

[intro]
huh, yeah
she so f-ckin’ crazy man

[chorus]
slimeball, yeah, wish death upon me
all this n-ggas hatin’, wish death upon me
n-ggas wanna k!ll me, they ain’t ’round me
d-mn, n-ggas used to hate, lotta n-ggas doubt me
yeah, i know they wanna be me
b-tches love me, they see me on they tv
all this godd-mn money, i post louie 3d
whole lotta money baby, all on me

[verse 1]
yeah, came a long way from robbin’ n-ggas for that tony
i used to rob n-ggas for that tony
and come and sell to the block, to the dope fiends
a young n-gga with a motherf-ckin’ dope dream, but i was a robber
didn’t have enough dope, so i was a robber
take this and anything that come my way, i had to cross it
you and all my dawgs, then f-ck it, i’ma cross ya
yeah, i’m a slime, i’m a boss
yeah, all this money, do you know where it comes from
i’m with shooters ’round me, they hate ’round here
never switchin’ up on my dawg, ain’t nothin’ but gang ’round here
yeah, p-ssy n-gga, used to doubt me
now i got your b-tch and she wanna give me mouthy
yeah, know that b-tch on my ig
d-mn i know that ain’t your wifey
i just wanna f-ck her, it so nicey
put a little nut on her white t–th
yeah, that sh-t so nice, clean
i’m a slimeball, they don’t like me

[chorus]
slimeball, yeah, wish death upon me
all this n-ggas hatin’, wish death upon me
n-ggas wanna k!ll me, they hate ’round me
d-mn, n-ggas used to hate, lotta n-ggas doubt me
yeah, i know they wanna be me
b-tches love me, they see me on they tv
all this godd-mn money, oh close, ooh it’s 3d
whole lotta money baby, all on me

[verse 2]
rack it up, i’m not stackin’
back in the booty club, i’m f-ckin’ it
i got a b-tch to pull it
all of these hoes, they wanna f-ck, on me
b-tch i got the money baby, on me
fully loaded, load it, bake potato
i been havin’ the paper, yeah f-ck all my haters
all this godd-mn paper, my hater motivate me
b-tch i really get money, you know this city, it made me, yeah
ridin’ with the stick, real crazy
n-gga talkin’ crazy, i pull up, i go brazy
yeah, and you know just how i’m ridin’
b-tch i’m high, i’m poppin’
so n-gga what’s poppin?
all that godd-mn poppin’, you need to stop it
slimeball (slimeball) yeah yeah, slimeball
all these n-ggas know my slimeball
and i don’t motherf-ckin’ like y’all

- young nudy

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