YBN Cordae – Have Mercy Lyrics

[Intro]
Kid
Ugh

[Chorus]
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 niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Verse 1]
There’s no complainin’ on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas 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
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day’s over
You mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin’ on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
‘Cause I’m way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over

[Chorus]
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 niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]
Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I’m the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will ’cause she’ll murk a nigga 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 no helpin’ with my braggin’
I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated
Pussy niggas always instigatin’
Can’t fuck 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

[Chorus]
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 niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Outro]
Baby Jesus, please save us
Baby Jesus, please save us

Murs – Lemon Juice (feat. Curtiss King) (Captain California Album)

You see what I’m sayin’?
Ooh, yeah she bad
I, I, I, I
You stuttering you ain’t got nothing for her, that’s all me
I’m just nervous that you gon’ fuck it up for me
I’m a give her some of this nerve cobbler if you keep playin’
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Now once upon a time when I was lookin’ very fly
I saw a girl almost as dope as me, she caught my eye
But before I could walk over to this girl and say a thing
I was interrupted by this nerd Curtiss King
OK excuse me pretty lady, don’t want to come at you crazy
But if he gave you his number, I think you need to erase it
Oh no, I’m not a hater like that man is not a shaver
But look at his Instagram, he wearin’ Adventure Time leggings
Now if Curtiss was a jedi, his lightsaber would be clear
That means nonexistent like his fuckin’ rap career
Look his breath got your face melted, please make your choice
Do you want a Blake Shelton or a reject from a Royce?
Hold up, listen to his language, ain’t he so damn offensive?
When I look inside your eyes, I see the loyalist missus
Do you really need a man to give you fourth and some inches?
Havin’ your couch smellin’ like spoiled oil and incense
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Forget you ever met him but you don’t forget my number
He be forgettin’ to forget, that’s a goddamn conundrum
This nigga got a Scion but me, I got a Kia
How he gotta charge his car before we even come to see ya?
Why you yellin’, hot yellow ass nigga, baby, please
Ain’t you tired of these flakey emo Drake wannabees?
You piss coloured dish scrubbers, still livin’ with your mother
How you got the nerve to diss a real motherfucker?
Hold up, girl, I’m so cold I freeze a burn in a sauna
And Murs so old, he got a Walkman in his pocket
He probably even went to kindergarten with your mamas
Sweet Lord, I mean for real, is he even worth the problem?
Cool story, bro but let’s state facts
Curtiss, you so light skinned, you probably hate blacks
I’m getting side tracked, baby, it’s all about you
So is it him or it’s me? Come on, what you wanna do?
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Murs – Lemon Juice (feat. Curtiss King)

[Hook/Chorus – Curtiss King]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

[Verse 1 – Murs]
Now once upon a time when I was looking very fly
I saw a girl almost as dope as me, she caught my eye
But before I could walk over to this girl and say a thing
I was interrupted by this nerd Curtiss King

[Verse 2 – Curtiss King]
Now excuse me pretty lady, don’t want to come at you crazy
But if he gave you his number, I think you need to erase it
Oh no, I’m not a hater like that man is not a shaver
But look at his Instagram, he wearing (?) leggings

[Verse 3 – Murs]
Now if Curtiss was a jedi, his lightsaber would be clear
That means nonexistent like his f*****g rap career
Look his breath got your face melted, please make your choice
Do you want a Blake Shelton or a reject from a Royce?

[Verse 4 – Curtiss King]
Hold up, listen to his language, ain’t he so damn offensive?
When I look inside your eyes, I see the loyalist missus
Do you really need a man to give you fourth and some inches?
Having your couch smelling like spoiled oil and incense

[Hook/Chorus – Curtiss King]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

[Verse 5 – Curtiss King]
Forget you ever met him but you don’t forget my number
He be forgetting to forget, that’s a goddamn conundrum
This n***a got a Sian but me, I got a Kia
How he gotta charge his car before we even come to see ya?

[Verse 6 – Murs]
Why you yelling, high yelling ass n***a, baby, please
Ain’t you tired of these flakey emo Drake wannabees?
You piss coloured dish scrubbers, still living with your mother
How you got the nerve to diss a real m**********r?

[Verse 7 – Curtiss King]
Hold up, girl, I’m so cold I freeze a burn in a sauna
And Murs so old, he got a Walkman in his pocket
He probably even went to kindergarten with your mamas
Sweet Lord, I mean for real, is he even worth the problem?

[Verse 8 – Murs]
Cool story, bro but let’s state facts
Curtiss used to light skin, you probably hate blacks
Come get inside truck, baby, it’s all about you
So is it him or it’s me? Come on, what you wanna do?

[Hook/Chorus – Curtiss King]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offside, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Molly Hatchet – Crossroads

Rock n Roll!!!!!!!
I went down to the crossroads,
Fell down on my knees.
Yes, down to the crossroads,
Fell down on my knees.
Sweet Lord, I’m beggin’ for mercy,
Won’t you take me, if you please??

I went down to the crossroads,
Tried to flag a ride

You tried that lately??
Down to the crossroads,
Tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me,
Everybody passed me by.

Well, I’m going down to Rosedale,
Take Loretta by my side
Yes, down to Rosedale,
Take Loretta by my side
Do you still have a house, baby,
On the riverside?

Ahhhh, burn it up!!!
(Lead break)
Going down to Rosedale,
Take Loretta by my side.
Yes, down to Rosedale,
Take Loretta by my side.
Do you still have a house, baby,
On the riverside?

Ohhhh, I got something to believe in.
Stick it!!!
(Lead break 2)
Yah.
You can run, you can run.
Tell all my friends, I’ll be back.

We’ll see why’all again, Atlanta.
Take it easy, huh!!!

You can run, you can run.
Tell my friends, I’ll be back,
And I’ll be standin’ in the crossroads
I believe I’m sinkin’ down.

Good night everybody.
God Bless ya and Thank you!!!

Thanks everybody
Good night.