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get off me - merc lyrics

i know that all these b*tches man they f*ck with the man
i’m getting so much money b*tches better call me uncle sam
counting 50’s 100’s like i’m buzzing off on a xan
so just remember when you hear the name m e r c
shut your mouth you been going all week
i’m tryna whip up in a fresh denali
but it’s kinda hard when you been f*cking hawking me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
aye aye you know what i say say come back in and i’m spinning like a beyblade
like every day day i wake up and i smoke some sh*t now i’m m*ff*ckin straight blazed
you best behave*have when i roll up otherwise you gone get stuck with a straight blade
like hey hey hey why you lookin at me motherf*cker while you got that sk*nk ass face made
mane, you straight lame, and you play games
i don’t got no time for that i’d rather sit back and muf*ckin just k!ll raps
you say the same same, always the same thang
so i’m just sayin
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
let me do my sh*t now
let me stack my chips now
let me bend you over arch your back like the london bridge now
you tell me how i don’t pull out but i still don’t got no kids now
you tell me how your b*tch l!ck d*ck and you don’t smell that when you kiss now
you tell me how i’m stomping on sh*t but i still can’t buy no kicks now
you tell me how i’m squirtin out ink like a squid but i still don’t stick now
you tell me how i’m fighting off pigs every chance that i get but i still can’t live how i wanna live
got locked up at 17 son of a b*tch but i’m still back running this sh*t
i’m in my element
that booty be gelatin
imma hit it imma hit it imma keep her relevant
these words i’m saying you best believe that they be heaven sent
far from the new testament but i still preach sh*t the best i can
imma sneak diss on a b*tch i don’t miss fl!ck my wrist
don’t got no drip on it
but i still come back like a missile homing
and i’m knocking these pens like i been bowling
when i see your face i’m straight scrolling, so
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
b*tch please
b*tch please
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
b*tch please get the f*ck
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please
get off me
b*tch please get the f*ck off of me

- merc lyrics

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