SPIRIT BOMB (feat. Bandz Da Breash)
King C.P
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Energy I need yo' mothafuckin' energy I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy All my foes done turned to memories Talkin bout' chill You killing me Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's Run up them racks infinity (Yea, run up them racks, aye) Run up them racks inifinity (Uh uh) Niggas get taxed remember me Told nigga pass the remedy (Uh uh) I pull out them racks she gon' bend for me I'm the one who they pretend to be (Uh uh) You need 20 for 10 a P Percocet baby, that's why yo' bitch send for me (Uh uh) Thats how this shit tend to be I got designer on me and designer my weed So I know how to flex on my enemies If you take something from me, Im not coming for peace You gon' see who gon' flex on these penalties Niggas want smoke til' I flash and then he see I don't need Dussè, I don't need Hennessy I don't need 2k ball out regularly Pass the smoke Im blastin' energy (I need yo) Energy I need yo' mothafuckin' energy I need dat' motha fuckin' synergy All my foes done turned to memories Talkin bout chill You killing me Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's Fish-tailing out the lot Niggas don't know what got into me I want You niggas in the dirt I don't do too many frenemies On god, I don't do the fraud Or the bitch nigga identities (On God, I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities) Niggas don't know what got into me Look at my life it's a mystery How I made it this far with no penitentiary Call that the lick of the century (Yea) I got fye' like a walking dispensary Don't try to hop on the wave (Bitch) Young nigga reppin' the east like Dave Take it to the west Kanye Nigga we the best, DJ Khaled back in the day Staying out the way Staying out the grave Locked in the cave Cooking up shit better than yo' favorite rappers Clever as shit, I'm with a bad bitch Smoking better than yo' favorite trappers Waste of life, You niggas is actors (I need yo) Energy I need yo' mothafuckin' energy I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy All my foes done turned to memories Talkin bout chill You killing me Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's Fishtailing out the lot Niggas don't know what got into me I want You niggas in the dirt I don't do too many frenemies On god, I don't do the fraud Or the bitch nigga identities (On god I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities)
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