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letra de energy - tyric

(woo), (ya)

(verse 1)

got rid of my problems
flex, i was skir, i was driving it by
f-ck it my motto, cause people was hating and i don’t know why
move it, move it, move it
i’m just feeling hype, i can face the music (woo)
pop like caan
i need to be unruly (woo, woo)
claim you heat well then my n-gga prove it

swear my wrist fl!ck like jan0bli
i scope you on ends you don’t know me
man i got the energy
n-gga i
man i don’t need the force on my side

switch up
tyty gotta tally all the real ones (woo)
vest up
man, o man i’m cooking with the real stuff (woo)
add spice
that’s just like a curry for the children
hot as h-ll, time will tell
i see bars, like i’m in a cell
man you don’t know
like kiss and tell
i was balling like nfl
man my bars are so out this world
call them sp-ce bars (sp-ce bars)
skir, gone, race car (gone)
im rolling, im rolling, im rolling
im talking bout real sound
im going, im showing
they jump like i jet, but they gotta pop pills dawg
flex with my day ones (flex)
make calls and get some (get)
make calls and get some

(chorus)
o man i’m charged and i’m g-ssed for the road
i got the energy
dawg, you don’t know
i’m seeing they snakes and they think i don’t know
but i just keep quiet, cause i don’t expose
keep it on low
they don’t know
that i got the energy, that i got the energy, that i got the energy
they don’t know

(verse 2)

stop at engine, man you need some gas
you twist like fritos and you juked demand (twisting n-gga)
cooking in the kitchen, had the gas on
we gon hit the uber to the soundcheck and they treat the sound like babylon (skir,skir)
17 undying like a soul (yeah)
i treat you like boov, know i’m sending you boys home
i leave you boys stripped, like girls ridding on a pole
when you see us then you dip, like you got chips in the sauce
and you n-ggas got no bars like the sound stop
i just can’t fight the feeling with it
yet i’m breathing with it
take it easy with it
i can’t see the finish
still no wait
i got the sound
i got the juice, got the sauce
i could help you at a cost
verses spicy call me robertsins
tatting 7’s on the carc-sses
tracks like kevin cause they hearting (ahh)

(verse 3)

ima serve the sh-t like the help
leave you holding hands
you all think you the ones
you some ronaldo fans
i got the ghost with me
most of y’all n-ggas hoax to me
my n-ggas got tech that’s picked fresh
from the apple tree
sweet like the victories
y’all n-ggas wanna bees
buzzing, buzzing, buzzing
know you got the z’s (yeah)

(the proclimation)

- tyric

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