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hooli bally - energy lyrics

(verse)
you can not f-ck with my energy
slidin the whip while i’m gone off the hennessy
well d-mn , now she at the emb-ssy
she like “big bally you trynna get into me!”
im on this gwap can’t get rid of me
f-ck all my enemies , take all they energy
i ain’t on sh-t , is you kiddin me?
horse on my duffle , im ridin to plenty g’s
well d-mn i want a load
walk in , them trueys sold
finessed em out his rolls
lil b-tch , he musta told
hop out & p-ss
p-ss on my wrist
p-ss on yo b-tch
she do the cl!ck
i gotta lotta stores on this fit
im stuck up in this mode like a glitch
put me up in my mode then i tick
cook up a hundred more in this b-tch
all these designer clothes ain’t sh-t
she know big bally$o, im a dish
took a choppa & slaughtered the game
i ain’t reachin or arguin for fame
put them vv’s all in my chains
cp3 , goin harder than james
i stay couped up i’m all in my lane
my sh-t crack like its part of yo veins
d-mn she shine like she part of my chains
get the price , split it all wit the gang
i’m comin first but i ain’t comin quick
k!llin these rap n-ggas in these fits
im talmbout butcher knives to the wrist
when i make a half milli , i’m legit
so many problems , money is the fix
he dropped the ball , all yall n-ggas split
right out in the hat , comin wit the tricks
i set da trend , stompin in this b-tch
im all my n-ggas bumpin in this b-tch
he talkin sh-t , slump em in this b-tch
throw me the rope , jump em in this b-tch
i take a xan , pump em in this b-tch
this for the people said i wasn’t sh-t
im makin hits , f-ck em if they diss
3 of these b-tches , nun of em get a kiss
(“that mane sing too much”) but im bumpin b-tch
hop out da stang & i blow a fuse
leek threw the beat & i straight abused
tell her come play , off of sendin nudes
i can not help it , love to the groups
i ain’t trynna love on the cooch
never gave a f-ck bout you
talk bad but i made you
sad case , you played you
bullseye , grenade coupe
no lie , shades look cool
boy why you hate you?
im the n-gga who made food
put you in place for the loot
even gave you some of my juice
n-ggas lettin go of the truth
sh-t dead , throw the boy a suit

- hooli bally lyrics

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