Have Mercy Song Lyrics

Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Booty so big (work!) Lord, have mercy (work!)

Why I keep bossing like I do?
Why I keep flossing like I do?
Why I keep saucing like I do?
Why it keep costing like it do?
All this a- up in my jeans
You can't get up in between
You tryna get a piece of me
I can teach you a couple things (Lord, have mercy, work!)

Boy, you looking at me like I ain't give you no choice
If I count to three, bet you be on your knees
You wrapped 'round my hand like a Cartier, oh-oh
You can't get this thickness out of your mind

He say he like that Laffy Taffy
He so goofy, call me "daddy"
He go stupid, he go daffy
Introduce me to his pappy
He can never live without me
I'm so real, I'm never capping
If he got it like that, like that
I can take it, take it there
'Cause my
Booty so big (work!) Lord, have mercy (work!)