Mercy Great - Blowin' Pine

Blowin Pine with a bitch who look like Pocahontus
In the Hummer all my bitches be fine
Blowing Pine straight riding straight stunting
Stay focus what's important that's the matha fucking grind
Blowin Pine, purple lime, got me fine all the time
All day on the grind I work with Ron he work mine
On my block we work with nine, hard day I work my job
Keep it tucked that's word to wise, in the town we serving pies
South Burbs we murder guys and why not we urban now
Let's get this shit refurbished now Mercy Great I burned it down
You and yo man can work it out, I just wanna work ya out
I just wanna serve a pound and take like twenty virgins down
She know her homies on me they want to get to know me
I'm in the mixed with Toni, getting licked by Jolie
I'm the shit fa sholie, Fuck her with the brodies
Call me Mr. Codeine when I dick her slowly
All about my money riding blowing pine jo
Tryna fuck this bunny got her sniffing white folks
U.p-town we on dummy South outskirts Chicago
Beat you out yo car jo Bitch we from the Congo
Blowin Pine with a bitch who look like Pocahontus
In the Hummer all my bitches be fine
Blowing Pine straight riding straight stunting
Stay focus what's important that's the matha fucking grind
Blowin Pine with a bitch who look like Pocahontus
In the Hummer all my bitches be fine
Blowing Pine straight riding straight stunting
Stay focus what's important that's the matha fucking grind
My vet bitch teach kids and she sell weed
My stripper bitch go to Northern work at K.O.D
Bumpin Mercy down Western groupies smell me
Gotta deliver the package so where the mail be?
Chi-town Savage making play is all i know
Mercy spitting havoc unleash me and let me go
Bet I beat this beat up just like I do my hoes
Yo bitch a thot she sucked my cock homeboy don't get exposed
A king from U.P-town everything I touch is golden
Don't fuck with new clowns leave ya ass in the ocean
Stop in Jew-town my nigga I want a polish
With extra onions and some mustard you know I'm on it
We riding down 95th then bust a right on Stoney
I'm from the land where niggas hate because the bitch is going
My shorties packing it's no lacking and you better know it
I'm from the trap and my habitat was some dope and roaches

Written by:
Michael Phillips, Quintin Martins

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