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davey g - energy lyrics
produced by h-burna
{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
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