Young Nudy - Mercy With Doubt

Huh, yeah
She so fuckin' crazy man

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

Yeah (yeah), came a long way from robbin' niggas for that Tony (for that Tony)
I used to rob niggas, yeah, for that Tony (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 (woo), so I was a robber (yeah)
Take this and anything that come my way, I had to cross it (do ir)
You and all my dawgs, then fuck it, I'ma cross y'all (oh yeah)
Yeah, I'm a slime, I'm a boss (uh, boss yeah)
Yeah, all this money
Do you know what it cost 'round here? (what it cost 'round here)
Yeah, I'm with shooters around me
Man, they hate 'round here (they hate 'round here)
Never switchin' up on my dawg, ain't nothin' but gang 'round here (oh, yeah)
Yeah (yeah), pussy nigga, used to doubt me (huh)
Now I got your bitch and she wanna give me mouthy (ouu ouu)
Yeah, know that bitch on my IG (on my IG)
Damn, I know that ain't your wifey, yeah (okay)
I just wanna fuck her, it so nicey, yeah (oh, yeah)
Put a little nut on her white teeth, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, that shit so nice, clean, yeah (woo)
I'm a Slimeball, they don't like me, yeah

Slimeball (Slimeball), yeah (yeah), wish death upon me (damn)
All these niggas hatin', wish death upon me (damn)
Niggas wanna kill me, they hate 'round me (damn)
Niggas used to hate, lotta niggas doubt me (doubt me)
Yeah (fuck 'em), I know they wanna be me (yeah)
Bitches love me, they see me on they TV (oh yeah)
All this goddamn money up close, ooh, it's 3D (yeah)
Whole lotta money baby, all on me

Rack it up (yeah, yeah), then I stack it up
Back in the booty club, I'm fuckin' it (yeah)
I got the bitches, they pull up (yeah)
All of these hoes, they wanna fuck (yeah), on me (okay)
Bitch I got the money baby (money), on me (on me)
Fully loaded, load it, baked potato (baked potato)
Young nigga havin' the paper (yeah), yeah, fuck all my haters (fuck 'em)
All this goddamn paper (yeah), my hater motivate me
Bitch I really get money (yeah)
You know this is it, it made me, yeah (Zone 6)
Ridin' with the stick, real crazy
Nigga talkin' crazy, I pull up, I go brazy (brr)
Yeah (yeah), and you know just how I'm rockin' (rockin')
Bitch I'm high, I'm poppin'
So, nigga, what's poppin? (young nigga, what's poppin'?)
All that goddamn poppin' (uh huh), you need to stop it (yeah)
Slimeball (Slimeball) yeah yeah, Slimeball
All these niggas know my Slimeball (Slimeball)
And I don't motherfuckin' like y'all, yeah

Slimeball (Slimeball), yeah (yeah), wish death upon me (damn)
All these niggas hatin', wish death upon me (damn)
Niggas wanna kill me, they hate 'round me (damn)
Niggas used to hate, lotta niggas doubt me (doubt me)
Yeah, I know they wanna be me (yeah)
Bitches love me, they see me on they TV (oh yeah)
All this goddamn money up close, ooh, it's 3D (yeah)
Whole lotta money baby, all on me
Ha

Written by:
Quantavious T. Thomas, Latasha Maranda Williams

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