Fridayy - Mercy (feat. Byron Messia) lyrics
Fridayy [Francis Leblanc] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
BYRON MESSIA
[Fridayy - Mercy feat. Byron Messia lyrics]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh
If I say I got it all together, just know I'm lying
I’m from a place we don't make it out
Too many niggas dyin'
Truth is, I ain’t better than
The next man, but you know I'm tryin'
Woah-oh
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me (Oh), me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy pon me
When mi touch e road just fi kill di enemies
'Cause mi have dat cold
Fahrenheit, Celsius bеlow ten degrees
Best bеlieve, sixteen released, a kill bwoy
We been a chat more than a press release
Mi head sicker than a STD
Mi jus a do what's best fi mi
Blood a spill like Hennessy
Full a money, Guyanese gold
Dat a mek a fella pree
Di Glocks dem up
Mi start dem up fi shot you up
I make them chop you up
Boy nah go reachin'
And di ambulance a wrap em up
Brand new AR weh mi get from mi dawg
Haffi mek people scatter when dat a buss
Have mercy pon me
Mi nah thug it in di streets, I'm a juvenile teen
Tell me weh di fuck, if yuh know how it feel
Well, yuh cyaan get to me, love siblings for free
If I say I got it all together, just know I'm lying
I’m from a place we don’t make it out
Too many niggas dyin' (People dyin’)
Truth is, I ain't better than the next man
But you know I'm tryin' (I-I)
Woah-oh
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
(Mercy for, mercy for)
Have mercy for me
(Oh, have mercy for), me
Have mercy on me (Mercy for)
Have mercy on me
On, on me
On, on me
Have mercy on me, on me
Have mercy on me, on, on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh
If I say I got it all together, just know I'm lying
I’m from a place we don't make it out
Too many niggas dyin'
Truth is, I ain’t better than
The next man, but you know I'm tryin'
Woah-oh
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me (Oh), me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy pon me
When mi touch e road just fi kill di enemies
'Cause mi have dat cold
Fahrenheit, Celsius bеlow ten degrees
Best bеlieve, sixteen released, a kill bwoy
We been a chat more than a press release
Mi head sicker than a STD
Mi jus a do what's best fi mi
Blood a spill like Hennessy
Full a money, Guyanese gold
Dat a mek a fella pree
Di Glocks dem up
Mi start dem up fi shot you up
I make them chop you up
Boy nah go reachin'
And di ambulance a wrap em up
Brand new AR weh mi get from mi dawg
Haffi mek people scatter when dat a buss
Have mercy pon me
Mi nah thug it in di streets, I'm a juvenile teen
Tell me weh di fuck, if yuh know how it feel
Well, yuh cyaan get to me, love siblings for free
If I say I got it all together, just know I'm lying
I’m from a place we don’t make it out
Too many niggas dyin' (People dyin’)
Truth is, I ain't better than the next man
But you know I'm tryin' (I-I)
Woah-oh
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
(Mercy for, mercy for)
Have mercy for me
(Oh, have mercy for), me
Have mercy on me (Mercy for)
Have mercy on me
On, on me
On, on me
Have mercy on me, on me
Have mercy on me, on, on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on