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Wavy wavy wavy Riding in mercedes mercades mercades She wanna have my baby I'm like okay maybe I'm like damn that's crazy Get up don't be lazy Get
She left when I was 18 Yeah now that bitch hate me Now she asking for a ride in my mercades How the times changed Yeah it's hella crazy But I'm
Say you never been with a popstar baby? Imma show you what you been missing lately You gon make me have to go drop the cades (Mercades) He ain't
make grilled cheese for you, the best Major coke figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh Soldiers all in Al-Qaeda, new Mercades for cadets Balmain uniform,
being falatious this mercades is spacious Black and white through the city guess this is gentrification That fire flow the finest women I adore I'm
blood You need that new Mercades Home of that color gravy How the hell you gonna pay me I made a deal to 380 Tell me I'm acting shady I try to ignore
YEA!! Young Leek Shakin and Jiggle it Shorty Yo I pull up to the club with spinning rims I got tires bigger then a mercades benz You kno ima ladies
the question is, there's an 07 S550 mercades yung joc edition, with Ashanti's 22s, butterfly doors, refrigerated hccs worth over 200,000 dollars, how much would
mercades man (na'm-talkn-bout) My watch cost 80 grand (na'm-talkn-bout) I'm gettin dat gravy man (na'm-talkn-bout) Yea I used to sling on the strip
see that I'm lost and I'm gone They see that I'm lost and I'm gone Yeah Life is so crazy Imma need me a Mercades I don't like the papers they wavy I
an fn on the scene We got a lot of guts Bro going crazy He whip a Mercades He trappin up racks Like it's back in the 80' Ain't fucking with 12 But we
she know what my name is Baby I'm Kenzo your daddy gon hate me Smell my cologne and she wantin my babies AMG motors in all my mercades Lil baby I'm
of the F's on my report card in the pass I'm bouta call up Mercades and tell em I need a "S" for the Class Ima go cop me some Blades wit the "F's" for all
bread buy an amg mercades Just maybe one day ill make it ooo Its my fate I cant escape it truu So I guess theres only one thing to do Live it up no
and bussin on drip from the 80s Ill drive a bussin mercades And ill drive in it daily Ain't playing games with you rappers I'm rhyming crazy real steady Next
Dont you approach me if you talking crazy Its just me and my bros in mercades My flow so sick its spread around like i just gave them rabies Now she
that Mercades from the 80s So, we came to the parties for that Henny Drinking so much Henny, no more Jenny As long I got my girl super happy We will keep
going to spraying Bentley mulsanne yeah ima paint it Or ima switch it out to the mercades Eeny meeny miny moe Bet i fuck that nigga hoe Catch a opp we
shut down Pretty soon Ill be rocking a mercades, maybach Put me on the stage where they pay me Gonna hit up Brown Thomas, shut the place down Copping all
up in the basement now i'm fucking faded Run it up, pull the clutch now we driving crazy I'm cruisin round with Sadey drivin in a new Mercades Oh now
bloom like a daisy How I skirt off in a Mercades How that lemon be so hazy It's like the fiends got some rabies Aye, I'm feelin' like Mewtoo Rights
At Me Foe... They Mad Kuz We Pressure Baby.. Pull Up On Nem Niggas N We Stuntin In That New Mercades... Ima Kill A Nigga Family Line He Ever Try Ta play
a snake, off with his head, go grab that guillotine Voodoo Baby, drive Mercades, Got these bitches goin' crazy, got a shotty dat ride shotty, you know
a better place I hit 1980, drivin' through NY in a Mercades Hopped out, tackled Chapman Just to make sure Lennon got home safely John must have thought I was
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