D.WARD - Lawd Have Mercy

Pelios my mind body and soul when the world piss you off unzip urinals
Stay Bold
Who said Love don’t cost a thang
Diamond chain weddin rang
I’ve been married to da Game
Last summer I was down real bad
Lost my Lady and my Partna to da screets bounce back
Now its double on nem Burgas lettuce cheese Big Macs
Special sauce Push them value meal to da freakin Max
D.WardTrks
Jersey on me like my last name curry
Semi auto shootin 3’s out the 30
Never stressin I ain’t worried
Streets cold Servin pints of that McFlurrie
Trap Boi Bubblin that Got these feens Doublin back in a hurry
I was raised in nem Gladiator ways
Neva speak against the Clique if you end up in a cage names on a page
Be brave don’t snitch carry me by 6 or spread my ashes that’s it


Verse:

Word to Birdie I’m up everyday early
Hair curly and her bestie slurpy thirsty really flirty nice ass kinda nerdy but it’s cool I been searching pull up when you done working let me see if you deserving
I get a vibe when I meet somebody worthy
Tall skinny short curvy white as furgie dark as Hershey clean but her mind dirty Lil Purvey face Purdy
I don’t mind us getting squirrelly
Lawd have Mercy


Verse:

She say it’s hurting I can’t tell from all the squirting should I stop she say no
Keep murking
We merging
Tattoos on her body shorty ride me
Phone chirping
20 missed calls while I’m hitting dem walls
D
Flipped her ova started stroking like a demon
All lat moanin screaming begging me for the seamen
I get a Vibe when I meet somebody Lit
That’s just Gods funny way of sayin you ain’t running shit
She buss I buss phone ringing answer it
I made it jump now my glow up to legit
I put mama in a 6
Bout myself a new switch
I was born with a kick
Goals Dynamo Bitch
I’m peeling off Tracjahawk A lotta talk around the City bout
Who really Litty wit the clout
So there’s no doubt I drop a classic out the vault and put The game on notice
But you guys already no this



Verse:


My little Lotus
Why date him if he bogus
You reflect the very thing you keep the closest
At your lowest
Girl you da Dopest
I’m giving you reality
Wanna live lavishly stones in the Patek bling
Don’t act erratically when they see the bag he bring
Fake love no heart
A common tragedy

Don’t get mad at me It’s all in God’s hands
I just stuck with the plan now I’m longing in the sand

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