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Mercy Great - Hit the Road Jack Lyrics



Mercy Great - Hit the Road Jack Lyrics
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Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back no more no more
No more no more
Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back more
Until you got a pocket full of gold
I came in this game with pocket of loose change
Lurking for new fame my poetry is blue caine
Them real killer lyrics that make real niggas feel it
I'm ill and independent I need a meal that's why I'm fishing
Im trill with every sentence a deal I will not mention
Til a billion is my pension and I feel I need attention
From the whole globe before the world know
That I'm Mercy G the Greatest now the world know
That I aint playing till I famous f*ck these girl jo
Everytime I get paid it make my toes curl though
So I don't need a bitch I ejaculate from money
Shorty I ain't clown and I ain't acting funny
But I'm act a dummy f*cking a pack of bunnies
I swear I mack like honey suck my dick and say it's yummy
Then I'm done jack, yeah I'm out the door
I hit the road jack but I'll be back for more
Ay hit the road jack and don't come back no more
Don't come back no more till yo pockets full of gold
Ay hit the road jack I did and I got some dough
Now I'm addicted to it and now I want some more
Ay hit the road jack I did and I got some gold
Ay hit the road jack I did and I rocked a show
Ay hit the road jack and don't come back no more
Ay hit the road jack I did and I came back for more
I'm a goon and I'm a G la da do la da dee
My trap boom what the f*ck you mean
I'm a tell you what it ain't going be
I'm a lil nigga big thang on me
And she ain't hoe sucked my thang for free
And I'm so low key cause I blow those trees
If you don't know G's then you don't know me
I rock white tee SKDG's Edwark Ark jeans man I'm so damn clean
We sell that D where the police be step in in my trap nigga get cold feet
Have you walking butt naked with some knocked out teeth
I'm a cop out G with my cock out G Merc calm down let my cha cha breathe
Hell naw bitch who you think I be
I'm from Chicago I want a lot of dough
I want pop Moscato bottles with some model hoes
I'm talking Tyra Banks Naomi Campbell
And Im get her Nigga I'm go getter nigga
Bigs up to Bump I'm a Chicagorilla killer
Ay what you need tho ooh I can get you that
I's MOE hoe and I can honor that
I need that weed smoke ay where my cognac at
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Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back no more no more
No more no more
Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back more
Until you got a pocket full of gold
I came in this game with pocket of loose change
Lurking for new fame my poetry is blue caine
Them real killer lyrics that make real niggas feel it
I'm ill and independent I need a meal that's why I'm fishing
Im trill with every sentence a deal I will not mention
Til a billion is my pension and I feel I need attention
From the whole globe before the world know
That I'm Mercy G the Greatest now the world know
That I aint playing till I famous f*ck these girl jo
Everytime I get paid it make my toes curl though
So I don't need a bitch I ejaculate from money
Shorty I ain't clown and I ain't acting funny
But I'm act a dummy f*cking a pack of bunnies
I swear I mack like honey suck my dick and say it's yummy
Then I'm done jack, yeah I'm out the door
I hit the road jack but I'll be back for more
Ay hit the road jack and don't come back no more
Don't come back no more till yo pockets full of gold
Ay hit the road jack I did and I got some dough
Now I'm addicted to it and now I want some more
Ay hit the road jack I did and I got some gold
Ay hit the road jack I did and I rocked a show
Ay hit the road jack and don't come back no more
Ay hit the road jack I did and I came back for more
I'm a goon and I'm a G la da do la da dee
My trap boom what the f*ck you mean
I'm a tell you what it ain't going be
I'm a lil nigga big thang on me
And she ain't hoe sucked my thang for free
And I'm so low key cause I blow those trees
If you don't know G's then you don't know me
I rock white tee SKDG's Edwark Ark jeans man I'm so damn clean
We sell that D where the police be step in in my trap nigga get cold feet
Have you walking butt naked with some knocked out teeth
I'm a cop out G with my cock out G Merc calm down let my cha cha breathe
Hell naw bitch who you think I be
I'm from Chicago I want a lot of dough
I want pop Moscato bottles with some model hoes
I'm talking Tyra Banks Naomi Campbell
And Im get her Nigga I'm go getter nigga
Bigs up to Bump I'm a Chicagorilla killer
Ay what you need tho ooh I can get you that
I's MOE hoe and I can honor that
I need that weed smoke ay where my cognac at
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Writer: Michael Phillips, Quintin Martins
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