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energy! - skyte lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang, ew

[verse]
b*tch i ain’t the same one from back in seventh grade
to all the n*ggas on my d*ck, b*tch, i’m getting paid
way i shoot and steal, put me in the nba
walked inside the trap with 20, left that b*tch with 20k
n*ggas tryna dap me think we friends, they just in the way
b*tch, i’m tryna stack up all these m’s, flex it in yo’ face
how i used to be a l, now i know how winning taste
i’m like a kid at a birthday, i just want some cake
i get him gone, i don’t got no living enemy
do not try to be a sneaky, b*tch, i peep that energy
down bad hoe, i wouldn’t f*ck if there was ten of me
got my b*tches all in line, this ain’t no assembly
gs move in silence like lasagna, ain’t no italy
you a sad b*tch, welp, i don’t got no sympathy
in my bag, b*tch, living rich where i’m finna be
don’t gotta say a word
you a b*tch, it’s in your tendency
say the wrong thing, it’s yo’ life
someone call luigi, need a green beam on my pipe
i’m a skinny n*gga, f*ck i look like squaring for a fight?
she said she don’t make no bread
lil b*tch, you is not my type
green, money, clothes and guns only things i call my wife
i got way too many sons, i ain’t use my condom right
man your music f*cking buns, think you need a better mic
how i got so much funds, i don’t look
b*tch, i just swipe
i don’t look at no d*mn cost
i don’t don’t look at no d*mn prices, b*tch
she don’t wanna leave me, she said that i got the nicest d*ck
got so many bands i rack up, ain’t no isis sh*t
n*ggas cannot say sh*t with they chest, they just typing sh*t
man yo’ b*tch a thot, call that hoe my nut bandit
shawty talking way too much, i told that b*tch i can’t stand it
i’m a alien, ain’t no way that i’m from this d*mn planet
i’m might k!ll yo’ bro and f*ck yo’ sis
leave yo’ fam damaged, i don’t give a f*ck
every place you ever caught me at, got my semi tucked
you a b*tch, i see that in your face, n*gga, give it up
i’m a big dog boy, you just a lil’ pup
rip yo’ soul out yo’ shirt, then i send it up
all these n*ggas cat, mane, i call these n*ggas feline
i might leave a dent, way i hit it from the behind
b*tch, i’m with the gang, buzz louder than a beehive
keep going up, i got these b*tches tryna see why
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