Mercy (feat. Elsewrld)

Dexstar Ya man Yeah I'm just tryna rough you up a little Eh! Let me see you make that ish jiggle Ye! You know I like it soft to the touch Backshots in tha porsche Make your blood start to rush Oh my days Mayne you got cake for days Amma throw some chips, fritolays Tell me what you tryna get into You remind me of tiramisu I don't throw shots I launch missile Shit! Finna we go up Then E go down E go down E go down I go ball till thy kingdom come E de my destiny Good guy but I too like bad thing Devil be tempting me Na nani I kill I no kill person They be chasing me Mr preacher no de preach for me I no be Jesus No de show mercy I no be Jesus No de show mercy I no be Jesus No de show mercy One man no fit stop my blessing One woman no fit hold my ting Three girls one de speak ching chong Another one e de blow my gong Like instrumentalist The other one e de sing my song Break down my green Like she be herbalist Say she like my chocolat Straight from the motherland So she just de la la la Like she de for la la la land E go down E go down E go down I go ball till thy kingdom come E de my destiny Good guy but I too like bad thing Devil be tempting me Na nani I kill I no kill person They be chasing me Mr preacher no de preach for me I no be Jesus No de show mercy I no be Jesus No de show mercy I no be Jesus No de show mercy