Young Nudy - Mercy with Doubt lyrics

Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.

[Young Nudy - Mercy with Doubt lyrics]

Huh, yeah she so fuckin' crazy man

Slimeball, yeah, wish death upon me
All these niggas hatin', wish death upon me
Niggas wanna kill me, they hate 'round me
Damn, niggas used to hate
Lotta niggas doubt me
Yeah, I know they wanna be me
Bitches love me, they see me on they TV
All this goddamn money up close, ooh
It's 3D whole lotta money, baby, all on me

Yeah, came a long way from
Robbin' niggas for that Tony
I used to rob niggas for that Tony
And come and sell to the block
To the dope fiends a young nigga with a
Motherfuckin' 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 is not my dawgs, then
Fuck it, I'ma cross ya, yeah
I'm a slime, I'm a boss, bruh, yeah
All of this money
Do you know what it cost 'round here? yeah
I bring the shooters 'round me, man
They hang 'round here
Never switchin' up on my dawg
Ain't nothin' but gang 'round here
Yeah, pussy nigga used to doubt me
Now I got your bitch and
She wanna give me mouthy
Yeah, know that bitch on my IG
Damn, I know that ain't your wifey, yeah
(Okay)
I just wanna fuck her, yeah, so nicey, yeah
Put a little nut on her white teeth, yeah
Yeah, that shit so nice, clean, yeah
I'm a Slimeball, they don't like me, yeah

Slimeball, yeah, wish death upon me
All this niggas hatin', wish death upon me
Niggas wanna kill me, they hate 'round me
Damn, niggas used to hate
Lotta niggas doubt me
Yeah, I know they wanna be me
Bitches love me, they see me on they TV
All this goddamn money up close, ooh
It's 3D whole lotta money, baby, all on me

Rack it up, then I stack it up
Back in the booty club, fuckin' it up
I got the bitches, they pullin' up
All of these hoes, they wanna
Fuck, yeah, on me, okay
Bitch, I got this money, baby, yeah
It's on me
Fully loaded, loaded baked potato
Young nigga havin' the paper, yeah
Fuck all my haters
All this goddamn paper, my hater motivate me
Bitch, I really get money, you know
This city, it made me, yeah
Ridin' with the stick, real crazy
Nigga talkin' crazy, I pull up, I go brazy
Yeah, and you know just how I'm rockin'
Bitch, I'm high, I'm poppin'
So nigga, what's poppin?
All that goddamn poppin'
You need to stop it
Slimeball (Slimeball) yeah yeah, Slimeball
All these niggas know my Slimeball
And I don't motherfuckin' like y'all

Slimeball, yeah, wish death upon me
All this niggas hatin', wish death upon me
Niggas wanna kill me, they hate 'round me
Damn, niggas used to hate
Lotta niggas doubt me
Yeah, I know they wanna be me
Bitches love me, they see me on they TV
All this goddamn money up close, ooh
It's 3D whole lotta money, baby, all on me

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