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davey g - energy كلمات الأغنية

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{intro}

i know i got it i got it my bad i’m a lay it down

i’m a lay it down

{verse 1}

i got enemies i got a lot of enemies

remember me and my n-gg-s we was sipping on that hennessy

bad b-tches see me now they really want to f-ck with me

i’m cooking up like i’m tryna flip a 100 f-cking keys

i don’t f-ck with f&anese

shorty bad & she guyanese

everytime we f-ck she say she in love with me

i had haters when i started getting money

i got more haters when i started f-cking b-tches

what the want

i don’t f-cking know

all that weak sh-t just make want to take ya hoe

i’m from the block where n-gg-s get you shot n-gg-

we ain’t playing with you lames n-gg-s

i ball hard word to skylar diggins

i never flipped a bird i just keep em in the kitchen

n-gg-s dissing hold that thought that a’ll leave him missing

i got sh-t popping with my fam i don’t need that

all i want is racks then get some head in the studio

f-ck a hater f-ck the fame

rollie on my wrist i fell in love with mary jane

if you ain’t getting money n-gg- that’s a suicide

i keep two nina’s with me yea i bet they down to ride

i know some bad b-tches that really want to hop inside

still order chicken wings with the f-cking fries

i miss my n-gg-s so i put one up in the sky

lost my momma sh-t hurt me it made me cold inside

had me tripping feeling like it’s a do or die

me and bro f-cking hoes now we getting fly

hit the club popping bottles money in the sky

you say i ain’t that n-gg- you a f-cking lie

pull up on ya b-tch n-gg-s do a drive by

this a horror movie like it’s sci-fi

i’m the plug b-tch i don’t need no wifi

keep the chopper on me n-gg- sing a lullaby

{hook}

i got enemies i got a lot of enemies i’m tryna f-cking tell you n-gg- yes i got enemies

everything was cool when i was broke now they missing me

{verse 2}

say goodnight to ya kids

better kiss ya wife

they put a knife in my back

now you pay the price

sh-t ain’t sweet but some p-ssy this the f-cking life

with my n-gg-s in the streets i was rolling dice

counting money in the trap

never thought i rap

hustling flipping grams n-gg- tryna make a stack

in the hood n-gg- you know you got to keep a strap

p-ssy on my line i love a b-tch that make it clap

bring it back we was selling crack

double up the price then we get it back

rob a couple n-gg-s for that pack

i was doing that know my n-gg-s moving that

light up one b-tch you know i’m in the cut

run it up now i’m blowing up

haters mad as f-ck

yea she want to f-ck rozay in my f-cking cup

pockets full of dub’s

rolling with the f-cking thugs

jugging and finnessing yea n-gg- that’s all i know

if you want the work n-gg- then i got it for the low

- davey g

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