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Lyrics
[Hook]

I can do things, 
That nobody has even done for you 
I’m serious tell me if you bout it 
Been on that 9-5, overtime to all the time
Whatchu want i (got it)

[Chorus]

She wanna smoke and juss party 
She ain't your average, she heartless 
She's a bad ting from the city 
Raised from the hood yea she savage 
Whip, whippin the foreign 
If you don't got it then you boring 
I'm a bad ting for the city
Raised from the hood yea im savage 

[Verse]

Woaw, Yeah 
I been on the road more 
I tried to forget you but you really got my soul 
I ain't really tryna ball cause all  this money 
Mean nothing without you 
You up for a talk, yeah 
Tell baby then, then it's a rendezvous 
I know somethings are just meant to be 
Cause what we had you can't disagree 
Im here to take whats mine 
Tell these niggas go back now 
If you ain't really tryna answer 
I hope you hear me thru this sound now 
You left me empty 
It's time you come and just feel me up 
All this bitches just hating 
Cause what we had was the realist love 
All this bitches don't phase me
It's only you and that's enough 
Pull up on you when it's -38 
Just to say hey, what's up?

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Mercie - Smoke & Party [prod. tyxo]

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: https://linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:

If she hella bad than bring the cameras
Hit it from the back see I ain't amateur 
If these niggas act tough ill handle em 
Dress black in the jeep yea we robbing them
If you startin beef than I'm in it to 
I ride for the bros that's the fucking crew 
Short talk we don't do no interviews
Pull up pull up pull up
Leave you barbecued 

We just need a rendezvous
I gave you couple packs your pay is over due 
I don't wanna talk no more all I gotta say is watch out for your door
Now I'm on the come up, when you reach this level all you care about is commas
I don't trust these bitches all they do is cause these drama 
If you gotta problem you can pull up at plaza 

Ayo now you see me blow up like volcano (Cano) 
Icy on my wrist it looks like rainbows (Rainbows)
Now you wanna chill cause I got peso (Peso) 
Now you wanna link cause I got peso, ayo 
Now you see me blow up like volcano (Cano) 
Icy on my wrist it looks like rainbows (Rainbows) 
Now you wanna link cause I got peso (Peso)
Now you wanna chill cause I got 

Started just with nothing but we up now 
Its the same kids that hated on us that bumping us now
If my cuzzo was still alive shit be popping 
Rest In Peace Dasliva just know that I ain't stopping 

If I lose a check I flip it right back
Hit mist on a Tuesday to get that vibe back
Your bitch is feeling moody cause I just piped that
You can keep the change cause I don't wanna wife that
Ayo we just need a rendezvous 
I gave you couple packs your pay is overdue 
I don't wanna talk no more 
All I gotta say is watch out for your door
Now I'm on the come up
When you reach this level all you care about is commas 
I don't trust these bitches all they do is cause these drama
If you gotta problem you can pull up at the plaza

Ayo now you see me blow up like volcano (Cano) 
Icy on my wrist it looks like rainbows (Rainbows)
Now you wanna chill cause I got peso (Peso) 
Now you wanna link cause I got peso, ayo 
Now you see me blow up like volcano (Cano) 
Icy on my wrist it looks like rainbows (Rainbows) 
Now you wanna link cause I got peso (Peso)
Now you wanna chill cause I got

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:
Hola Mamacita
Sé lo que necesitas
I can put you on don't you worry about the paper
All my niggas on we ain't worried bout no faker
Young boys go insane 
So, Approach me with some straight Ah az 

I want designer pieces (pieces)
Money from all the regions (regions) 
I can't stay but I know you gonna miss me
But the money on call gotta reach it 

Hola Mamacita
Sé lo que necesitas
I can put you on don't you worry about the paper

Remember all them times we was kickin on the floor (kicking on the floor)
Trapline wasn't ringin so we had to kick some doors
They gonn' say they really ridin when the see you off the floor 
And them bitches come around when the see your pockets flow oh oh 

I want them BANDI pieces, and I rep for my BANDI spices 
On my block see I'm the man, make the ops do the running man 
Move the pack and re again 
Gotta check on my fiends again 
Cut the work and redo the trend 
Need my cheese I don't need no friends

Hola Mamacita
Sé lo que necesitas
I can put you on don't you worry about the paper
All my niggas on we ain't worried bout no faker
Young boys go insane 
So, Approach me with some straight Ah az 

I want designer pieces (pieces)
Money from all the regions (regions) 
I can't stay but I know you gonna miss me
But the money on call gotta reach it 

Hola Mamacita
Sé lo que necesitas
I can put you on don't you worry about the paper

I want designer pieces (pieces)
Money from all the regions (regions) 
I can't stay but I know you gonna miss me
But the money on call gotta reach it

Designer Pieces

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:

Stu on the beat 
its suicidal 

Turn a 2into 4
Than I really wanted more 
If the block money hungry 
Best believe we kickin doors 
Fuck the Ops 
Yea they want us locked 
Free up all my bros 
Yea its war fuck the other side 
Put young-ins on the role 

Turn a 2into 4
Than I really wanted more 
If the block money hungry 
Best believe we kickin doors 
Fuck the Ops 
Yea they want us locked 
Free up all my bros 
Yea its war fuck the other side 
Put young-ins on the role 


We gonn get it like it promised yea 
Like the promised the land
You gonn spend it while we stack it yea
I don't understand, all my niggas really on it man 
Chasin master plans, I don't buy cause i know the price 
Yous a middle man 
Pop a perky just to feel the same
Tryna numb the pain, They said I changed 
Swervin in my lane watchin thru the frame
She gonna holla cause she see the drip 
Drippin down the drain, I want dollars 
You can keep the fame we are not the same 

You know how it go 
Nigga u know it goes 
You know how it go
You know how i role 


2into4 
Than I really wanted more if the block money hungry best believe we kicking doors fuck the oops ya they wants locked up free up all my bros ya its war fuck the other side put young-ins on the role 

Turn a 2into 4
Than I really wanted more 
If the block money hungry 
Best believe we kickin doors 
Fuck the Ops 
Yea they want us locked 
Free up all my bros 
Yea its war fuck the other side 
Put young-ins on the role 

Turn a 2into 4
Than I really wanted more 
If the block money hungry 
Best believe we kickin doors 
Fuck the Ops
Yea they want us locked 
Free up all my bros 
Yea its war fuck the other side 
Put young-ins on the role

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics: 
Uh
Chit Chat I ain't listening
Sexy from the bone lil mama glistening (Yea yeah)
In the trap I whip it all nothing goes missing man (Nun goes missing man)
Now i'm on the mic got these rappers feeling the boogeyman
Parton mixed with henny
Got me feeling super sane
How you talking with the lips
That gave a nigga stupid brain
Run it up Run it up
We ain't here for the fame
I was super broke OT I had to run some game
I flip a pack to numb the pain
Bad bitches around we ain't the same
Still on the set but bigger frame (Yeah)
Talking on the net we put his face up on the shirt (Yeah)
I know they feel the pain cause it all ends up in the dirt
Every since a young G I had to get it our the dirt
And I pray mama forgives me for all the things that made her hurt
My other nigga switched up on his bro just for the pot
Niggas see some money than they started to switch it up
We been getting money focused on bridges gonn stitch it up
Keep it g, heard you don't like me I ain't gotta put a front
Uh uh
Chit Chat I ain't listening
Sexy from the bone lil mama glistening (Yea yeah)
In the trap I whip it all nothing goes missing man (Nun goes missing man)
Now i'm on the mic got these rappers feeling the boogeyman
Uh uh
Chit Chat I ain't listening
Sexy from the bone lil mama glistening (Yea yeah)
In the trap I whip it all nothing goes missing man (Nun goes missing man)
Now i'm on the mic got these rappers feeling the boogeyman

Epidemic

Chit Chat (feat. Tyson Major)

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:

Smokin Smokin 
Got my rivals in a blunt 
Potion pouring
Nothing but dirt in my cup
I told the plug need to re up
Got my young-ins all to G up 
T House 
Boomin 
All kinda of drugs need my cheese up!

Smokin Smokin 
Smoke my rivals in a blunt 
Potion pouring
Nothing but dirt in my cup
I told the plug need to re up
Got my young-ins all to G up 
T House 
Boomin 
All kinda of drugs need my cheese up!

Yeah yea

All kinda of drugs need my cheese up
4 to 8 made it vanish Vegeta 
Whole lot of oops dust em of my t shirt 
Big Nina leave you on your feet uh 
OT trappin' for a week now
Gotta leave all this street life 
But the family really gotta eat now

On the road on my lonely 
Baby don't tell me you love me cause you love the cash
Let nights in the bando went from selling the gram
To that digital dash 
I ain't never gonna fold can't play wit me with these niggas
You know that we always teachin' class 
Gotta get it gotta go 
Young nigga on the role uh uh

Smokin Smokin 
Got my rivals in a blunt 
Potion pouring
Nothing but dirt in my cup
I told the plug need to re up
Got my young-ins all to G up 
T House 
Boomin 
All kinda of drugs need my cheese up!

Smokin Smokin 
Smoke my rivals in a blunt 
Potion pouring
Nothing but dirt in my cup
I told the plug need to re up
Got my young-ins all to G up 
T House 
Boomin 
All kinda of drugs need my cheese up!

YOUNG MONEY CHA$IN

T HOUSE

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:
Fendi x4
That ain't even close to my re up (re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae

Fendi x4
That ain't even close to my re up (close to my re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae

I told my mom I'll be back in a week
But the life that I'm living is crazy man
Always told me bout some different plan 
I turned myself to a businessman 
I get the bag so often wonder why these niggas mad just cut them off
I get the bag so often yet, I be wanting some more this not enough 
I turned the bando into a Pharmacy 
You can call me Mr. Pharmacist 
We came from nothin, I pull up in foreigns 
My shooters are shooters I'm driving assist 
And she bad yea, bad to the bone baby knows I need you in my zone 
Gotta keep my 9 yea, conversation on the phone imma see you home 

Fendi x4
That ain't even close to my re up (re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae

Fendi x4
That ain't even close to my re up (re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae

I'm getting my bag today
And you don't need to believe us 
I'm putting my  henny her throat now that lil bitch Td up
We tell lies to the feds no evidence so they believe us 
Put trust in the lord cause I know that he will no leave us

I'm drippin in YMC and Fendi 
Bad lil bitch and I'm callin her becky 
She get so necky,
I get so deep in that pussy don't test me 
Cause I got niggas they rockin with semis 

All my real niggas they sippin on henny 
Took her to dennies,
Hop in dat pussy she wetty,
Servin the fiends to many,
I ain't leaving till I bag every penny

Fendi x4
That ain't even close to my re up (re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae
Fendi x4

That ain't even close to my re up (re up)
No receipt ion need no refund (Ion need no refund)
I'm getting paid today 
Get the bag my way (bag my way)
Streets don't love you son but mom they love the Yae

Fendi

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:

Put that coke up on the stove I made a flippin'
Talking on the net no wonder why that nigga missin'
I just want the top, baby girl why dismissive 
Told my nigga its our time just don't get caught up with no prison 

On Time yea I'm on the go time
I just fucked his bitch and give her back from dry to drippin'
On Time yea I'm on the go time
I finessed the plug and he still think that we still linkin'

Don't you change on me 
Niggas switchin' like seasons, needing some seasonin'
I got caught up with some madness for no reasonin'
Mama I understand I'm sorry lack of listening 
Pyrex, Pyrex 
Feel in love with the Pyrex 
Hang with the killers, I'm trapping with the savages 
Money all green, Smoking cabbage 

Niggas talk like they wit it, Till they get hit with the static 
I'm in the kitchen just whipping the dope
Make it disappear like magic 
Free all my dogs up in the cage, Fuck a detention 
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be caught up in conviction 

My brothers keepers and she bad to the bone like Mona Lisa 
Vegeta get to the bag so fast they couldn't see us

Put that coke up on the stove I made it flippin 
Talking on the net no wonder why that nigga missin'
I just want the top, baby girl why dismissive 
Told my nigga its our time just don't get caught up with no prison 

On Time yea I'm on the go time
I just fucked his bitch and give her back from dry to drippin'
On Time yea I'm on the go time
I finessed the plug and he still think that we still linkin'

Go Time

Stream Epidemic Mixtape: linktr.ee/ymcmercy

Lyrics:

I keep it simple baby 
Drop out of school and I'm gettin rich so beat it
She undress herself, had to eat it
Wrist cold got her panties drippin
Iced out my neck looking like a vilian 
Run to the check no civilian 
See my whole team steady winning
See my whole team steady winnin

If it ain't about check I ain't with it
Runnin round town running digits 
Woke up great I still need more on my plate 
Make sure we forever straight 
Overseas, no controllin me 
Pass me the bag of cheese 
I can't go back to the dirt I did 
Change it up call me Mr. Clean

Had to do it all by myself cause at the top its just you 
Yea I fucked her good sent her back to school 
I was in the trap all day tryna make these moves 
Gotta get your bag lil nigga 
You snooze you lose 
And I keep it on me to, I lost my bro in the streets 
I haven't felt comfort to
Pour my spirit, Life is gamble 
Careful when you gonna role dice 
My circle tight 
I can't hang around niggas had to go get it right
Bon appetite to the gang tell these niggas they can't hang

I keep it simple baby 
Drop out of school and I'm gettin rich so beat it
She undress herself, had to eat it
Wrist cold got her panties dripping
Iced out my neck looking like  a vilian 
Run to the check no civilian 
See my whole team steady winning
See my whole team steady winnin

If it ain't about check I ain't with it
Runnin round town running digits 
Woke up great I still need more on my plate 
Make sure we forever straight 
Overseas, no controllin me 
Pass me the bag of cheese 
I can't go back to the dirt I did 
Change it up call me Mr. Clean

Mercie

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