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Mercy Video (MV)




Performed By: Uncle Ticky
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Thokozani Mulela




Uncle Ticky - Mercy Lyrics




I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money

Uh
Give me eyes so, I can see them
We know they say that these looks are deceiving
Don't believe me? Face time your lady
At six in the morning and six in the evening
Gold digger come left, right and center
Put me in the middle, I pasha with pressure
Me, I no go move; no sela, no sela
Cause you can't touch this; no kwesa, no tesha
Ohh yeah, I know, I kno-ow
I fi stress big time when you dey call
Cause the villain stay acting tondolo
Finna dribble a nigga and hit Beckham-o-o-o

I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money

She just wanna chop
Chop my money
Chop my dollar
Chop my quid-a
Chop my cheddar
Ay ay ay

Check
These girls are like roads; more curvier, more dangerous
Though them slender ones they're savages too
Who that honey over there
Off limit, off limit
Give a green light baby
Let's get it, let's get it
I love the way the honey maintain herself
Fine little shawty told me brace yourself
Oh damn
She kicking them legs into a split, she the female Van Damme
Can't blame her for the dancing, she been working all day
That's why nobody ever believe me when I say
She can make your mind flip; Sky pombe
When she moving those legs like De Mama De
Your girl be thinking that she like Lexy Panterra
Whenever she in the middle, my nigga that's why she single
She keep on dancing and dancing while all my boys keep on tipping
But she gon' friend zone y'all niggas
She be like gracias amigo
Ouu damn, she hit 'em with that gracias amigo

I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money
Ouu-ouuu yeah, mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy yeah
Hol' up
Hmmm, I heard that she just wanna chop life though

Ticky Tell Em Say
They go chop your money and leave bruh
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I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money

Uh
Give me eyes so, I can see them
We know they say that these looks are deceiving
Don't believe me? Face time your lady
At six in the morning and six in the evening
Gold digger come left, right and center
Put me in the middle, I pasha with pressure
Me, I no go move; no sela, no sela
Cause you can't touch this; no kwesa, no tesha
Ohh yeah, I know, I kno-ow
I fi stress big time when you dey call
Cause the villain stay acting tondolo
Finna dribble a nigga and hit Beckham-o-o-o

I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money

She just wanna chop
Chop my money
Chop my dollar
Chop my quid-a
Chop my cheddar
Ay ay ay

Check
These girls are like roads; more curvier, more dangerous
Though them slender ones they're savages too
Who that honey over there
Off limit, off limit
Give a green light baby
Let's get it, let's get it
I love the way the honey maintain herself
Fine little shawty told me brace yourself
Oh damn
She kicking them legs into a split, she the female Van Damme
Can't blame her for the dancing, she been working all day
That's why nobody ever believe me when I say
She can make your mind flip; Sky pombe
When she moving those legs like De Mama De
Your girl be thinking that she like Lexy Panterra
Whenever she in the middle, my nigga that's why she single
She keep on dancing and dancing while all my boys keep on tipping
But she gon' friend zone y'all niggas
She be like gracias amigo
Ouu damn, she hit 'em with that gracias amigo

I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy
She just wanna chop my money
Ouu-ouuu yeah, mercy
She just wanna chop my money yeah-yeah-yeah
I dey beg for your mercy yeah
Hol' up
Hmmm, I heard that she just wanna chop life though

Ticky Tell Em Say
They go chop your money and leave bruh
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Writer: Thokozani Mulela
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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