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YBN Cordae – Have Mercy Lyrics

Have Mercy Lyrics By YBN Cordae


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 n****s 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 n****s, s**t is not tolerated
Cut some n****s 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
F**k old n****s, boy, your day’s over
You’re mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter n***a, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin’ on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
Because I’m way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad b***h 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 n****s 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 b***h bad with no ill-will ’cause she’ll murk a n***a 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, p***y-n****s always instigate it
Can’t f**k 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 n****s 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 Lyrics