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ENERGY (feat. Dan Lee) Video (MV)




Performed By: david halo
Length: 3:15
Written by: Alfonso Penna




david halo - ENERGY (feat. Dan Lee) Lyrics




Hey, uh, yeah
Hey, yo, uh, uh, yeah

Trash on the beat so I gotta come correct
Never tolerate your blasphemy you dare to disrespect
The f*cking goat, rap god, young legend in the making
This that track that left the competition in the dust waiting
On they turn on the mic but f*ck them guys they not as sick as me
Lochness in the darkness a myth ready to rip MCs
These lyrics flying daggers so just know I got a thousand
When they hit your ears it's lethal and that keeps the money piling
Stack it up, stack it up, man I'm tryna get my bread kid
Get my roses while I'm living like I hope the ones thats dead did
They usually dont; say they love you but they won't
Tell you while you breathing only feel you when you on the boat
In the river styx floating contemplating your life
You only get one shot you never get to live twice
Yo Trash; Let em know NJ to South Florida
Got the spirit of the samurai, the heart of the warrior

Split my clips
And I'm gonna shoot em and I'm gonna blast em
I'm gonna attack, you should pray for the masses
A lasting ambassador panic attacking
About his own country, you gotta be kidding
I'm collecting winnings, I gotta go get it
I run up a check and I gotta go get it
I hop out a coupe, I am never in Lexus
I gotta go get it

Lose my number bitch
My energy is positive
I don't f*ck with you
Or that other bitch you know
Drop that shit off at the door
Run that shit up, pour a four
I said I don't f*ck with you
Or that energy, you know?
Bitch you know?

I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like

Balenciaga iced out rings
Bought a thousand things, water on my neck I let it sink
Choppa sing, I got lazer beam, beam, beam, beam
Bust down on my knee, scorching in the heat
Only way I cool down is the ice, ice, ice, ice
My appetite for smackin trappin rappers is atrocious
I been trappin since Frank was swimming backwards in the Ocean
Since the rations fed to Moses, since the blackheads on your noses
Such catastraphe, I know this, I am blasphemy, I show it
I woulda let em all learn, uh
Uh, fly as a bird, uh
You take more dick than Riley Reid and the Mia Khalifa
You gon die off speed and three Margaritas
You park at the meter, don't pay for it
Get your car towed and complain to the dealer
Get the f*ck out of my DM, uh
Imma go load up the heater, uh
My newer bitch kinda look like emojis
She always look dumb, always look so revolting
I hop out the coupe, I'm as fly as a poultry
That wolf and that ghost howl like a coyote
I dip out the porsche, Imma hang with the homies
Bear these bitches like I'm hangin with Smokey
No competition bitch, hand me the trophy
Let em all in and I send em all down, send a prayer emoji

My energy is positive
I don't f*ck with you
Or that other bitch you know
Drop that shit off at the door
Run that shit up, pour a four
I said I don't f*ck with you
Or that energy, you know?
Bitch you know?

I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
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Hey, uh, yeah
Hey, yo, uh, uh, yeah

Trash on the beat so I gotta come correct
Never tolerate your blasphemy you dare to disrespect
The f*cking goat, rap god, young legend in the making
This that track that left the competition in the dust waiting
On they turn on the mic but f*ck them guys they not as sick as me
Lochness in the darkness a myth ready to rip MCs
These lyrics flying daggers so just know I got a thousand
When they hit your ears it's lethal and that keeps the money piling
Stack it up, stack it up, man I'm tryna get my bread kid
Get my roses while I'm living like I hope the ones thats dead did
They usually dont; say they love you but they won't
Tell you while you breathing only feel you when you on the boat
In the river styx floating contemplating your life
You only get one shot you never get to live twice
Yo Trash; Let em know NJ to South Florida
Got the spirit of the samurai, the heart of the warrior

Split my clips
And I'm gonna shoot em and I'm gonna blast em
I'm gonna attack, you should pray for the masses
A lasting ambassador panic attacking
About his own country, you gotta be kidding
I'm collecting winnings, I gotta go get it
I run up a check and I gotta go get it
I hop out a coupe, I am never in Lexus
I gotta go get it

Lose my number bitch
My energy is positive
I don't f*ck with you
Or that other bitch you know
Drop that shit off at the door
Run that shit up, pour a four
I said I don't f*ck with you
Or that energy, you know?
Bitch you know?

I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like

Balenciaga iced out rings
Bought a thousand things, water on my neck I let it sink
Choppa sing, I got lazer beam, beam, beam, beam
Bust down on my knee, scorching in the heat
Only way I cool down is the ice, ice, ice, ice
My appetite for smackin trappin rappers is atrocious
I been trappin since Frank was swimming backwards in the Ocean
Since the rations fed to Moses, since the blackheads on your noses
Such catastraphe, I know this, I am blasphemy, I show it
I woulda let em all learn, uh
Uh, fly as a bird, uh
You take more dick than Riley Reid and the Mia Khalifa
You gon die off speed and three Margaritas
You park at the meter, don't pay for it
Get your car towed and complain to the dealer
Get the f*ck out of my DM, uh
Imma go load up the heater, uh
My newer bitch kinda look like emojis
She always look dumb, always look so revolting
I hop out the coupe, I'm as fly as a poultry
That wolf and that ghost howl like a coyote
I dip out the porsche, Imma hang with the homies
Bear these bitches like I'm hangin with Smokey
No competition bitch, hand me the trophy
Let em all in and I send em all down, send a prayer emoji

My energy is positive
I don't f*ck with you
Or that other bitch you know
Drop that shit off at the door
Run that shit up, pour a four
I said I don't f*ck with you
Or that energy, you know?
Bitch you know?

I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
I don't really even got the type of motherf*cking energy to be like that
With a beat like that, wouldn't be like that, wouldn't be like
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Writer: Alfonso Penna
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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