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energy 2 - pouya lyrics

[verse 1: pouya]
my mind don’t sleep, my body weak
i can’t compete, i bought a caddy
i copped a porsche so i could sleep, don’t wanna wake
you never leave my mind, i’m anxious, i’m waiting
i’m patient, you basic, you taking up my time don’t play me
i went from mopping floors to billboards
from picking up plates to f-cking hoes in the back door
two door coupe, never thought i could afford
never going back to the honda accord
i do as i please, with no sense in my ears
triple up my profit from last year
still f-ck you, never sign no deal
you can kiss the -ss of my automobile

[chorus: pouya]
take two steps away from me
i know you feel the energy
i’mma f-ck my enemies
can’t f-ck with my ent-ty
i got two whips now
i got two hoes now
still got my fans with me
still got my bands with me
take two steps away from me
i know you feel the energy
i’mma f-ck my enemies
can’t f-ck with my ent-ty
i got two whips now
i got two hoes now
still got my fans with me
still got my bands with me

[verse 2: pouya]
runnin ’round the city with the glock tucked
they scream my name when i pop up
underground underdog, i turn myself to a legend
industry mad cause i’m getting mentioned
rappers they control creatively
labels really never favor me
i took my words and made an absurd
amount of money, now they hating me
uu made me who i am today
that booty make me wanna m-st-rbate
that b-tch p-ssy i’ma dive in it
i’m confident, prominent, dominant
my fans go hard for me
so f-ck what you thinking
i made my decision that i’mma go in ’till my body end up missing
now the po-po got me down in my kitchen
until then i gotta stay consistent

[verse 3: shakewell]
fascist f-ggots, counting cabbage up
run up in they spot and blast ’em with a pump
smoking dirty blunts with a dirty sl-t
see me in the streets with them dirty bums
i been getting up ’til they lock me up
now they kiss my drugs so i’m acting up
whipping stolen lexus, kudos in the cut
and a dirty thot, for the eighth of skunk
keep the .38 if they acting up
[?] be pulling up for a stolen gun
and i need a stack then i wipe the slug
cause this chopper stolen, i ain’t slipping up
i pour’d a four in my litre
speakers bumping, riding ’round with my nina
smoking, hoping that you don’t ever meet her
tweaking on molly, i’m dumping the litre

[verse 4: germ]
back at it, bad vibes
energy running through my veins
i powered up when i’m drugging and f-cked up, duck boy
buck shots, f-ck boy
no slack from the k
you get wacked if you lack off rip
running through poppers to fondle your b-tch
you feel me, see me, wanna be me
gun in broad day, it’s f-ckboy seas’
and i’m with that dui, when i ride
please don’t speak our names out your backside
sci-fi b-tch, you see this l1ck
my chick get tips in dola bags
they strapped up the perky
f-ck it, i love it, molly started flooding, wrist looking stupid yellow hoe clueless, boy i really do this
flip my wrist, whip a brick
smash the whip, love my enemies
you dead to me just feel my energy
bad sh-t, still the set
break the law, been a vet
been a boss, i played the cards
yo, beer can dan just hit a l1ck

- pouya lyrics

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