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energy - londyn lyrics

[intro]
i can’t f*ck wit (like, like you ever find a b*tch so)
i can’t f*ck wit b*tches that be f*cking up my energy
she was kinda different
you flexin for the, flexin for the

[chorus]
i can’t f*ck wit b*tches that be f*cking up my energy
i just pray that one day baby, yea you just start feeling me
i just pray that one day baby, god sends me who’s meant for me
god sends me who’s fit for me, god sends me who’s meant to be (yea)

[verse 1]
flexin for the
let’s get back to f*cking reality (yea)
i’m that n*gga that b*tch can’t handle me (yea)
i’m that n*gga that b*tch can’t handle me (you b*tches crazy)
why the f*ck you putting your hands on me (yea)
you mad your sister is a fan of me (yea)
you mad your homegirl is a fan of me
you mad your momma is obsessed with me (yea)
you mad your auntie wanna have s*x with me

[verse 2]
i’m moving different n*ggas call me crazy (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
i’m from the raq she from the a she f*ck with gunna and baby (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
i’m from the raq she from the a i hope she ain’t f*ck lil baby (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
you hear them trenches in my voice man ill go f*cking brazy (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
lil jay still walking with his pistol he so f*cking crazy (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
i got his life it’s in my hands man i might f*cking take it (the f*ck you want me to do bout it)
all my n*ggas play with sticks like we be f*cking asians
like twenty*one of them lil n*ggas like we f*cking haitians
if i put henny in my cup man i get activated
aye y’all know will gone up the smith if y’all keep acting jada
pinkett b*tches ain’t the move unless you f*cking faded
she a lil spicy with a tude my b*tch is f*cking cajun (my b*tch is f*cking crazy)
[verse 3]
and she say londyn just be f*cking patient
y’all n*ggas internet we drop n*ggas off at the station
aye them n*ggas ruthless they been doing sh*t bout twenty years
y’all talking get back on my momma i’ll do twenty years
he get the running ima smoke em like sha’carri richardson
they brought his momma to the body do he match the picture
aye they brought his brother to the body do he match the picture
aye them n*ggas grieving while i’m cooling with his f*cking sister
i’m with your f*cking sister

[verse 4]
got you begging for the
living for the
flexing for the
i know you feel f*cking stupid
man you a f*cking goofy
that’s why i hate f*cking with my groupies
y’all dogs like f*cking 101
i might f*ck here one on one
i’m so f*cking one of one
like pca my paper chasing ass man i’m zo 101
she say can she hold my gun
hold it like you hold your son
hold it with your chest you better not that lil motherf*cker run
[pre*chorus]
i can’t f*ck with (like, like you ever find a b*tch so)
i can’t f*ck with b*tches that be f*cking up my energy
flexin for the

- londyn lyrics

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