Energy made this one
This ah uckity, bad lil' bitch gon on me, yeah
Chalk boys with a group of bitches like we Pippin' Hoes
They ask me why I walk so weird, because I'm pigeon toe
Every day I need some different sauce, I need some different hoes
I don't put my hands on these bitches, I be hittin' hoes
Broski in the cut, with the glock, he gon' wipe your nose
Mixing' all these meds in my soda like I got a cold
Put the f*ckin' beam on your face, I ain't missin' those
He got cooked cause he was lackin', now I gotta troll
Got this bitch pussy wet through her pantyhose
R.I.P my dead homies, we still winnin' though
Walk a nigga down, yeah, walk he down
Then he stood over top, shit like spaghetti ooze
Left his brains on the scene, now I gotta go
Tell my Spanish nigga, come on, broody bominos
I can never trust a bitch, no, I can't trust a hoe
I'm just tryna hit the bitch, and, then she gotta go
Like, bitch, get the f*ck out my house, I be kickin' hoes
Let me beat it from the side, I don't be kissin' hoes
Bril can't stress for no bitch, he got plenty hoes
Made this bitch eat the dick, you be kissin' hoes
In my city, my bitch so bad, my bitch so pretty
Dick n her down, yeah, I'm deep inside her kity
In the bitty, yeah, we litty, yeah, we run the city
Thick bitch, thick hips, and, she got them titties
After I hit, do my dance, I do the gritty
I'm a boy, set in trends, they ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm a young nigga, put on for my city
Bad bitch, do my dance, and, she pretty
Nigga real federal, PPD committee
18 in the club, got that litty to the titty
Labels tryna sign me, bitches tryna lie me
Broody got the ghost, and you know I got the Tommy
Bending through them blocks, yeah, we bending in them Johnnies
I can cuff that bitch, cause you know that bitch a thotty
Yeah, she got some bodies, Raw speeding in a Audi
Got a white bitch, all she like to do is pop molly
Beat it from the back, I smack her ass, oh, you like that, huh
I'm tryna f*ck her, huh, Friend, she don't like that, huh
You the type to get beat up and won't fight back, huh
I just want the neck, I want the suck, I don't bite back, huh
Like, rwuh, rwuh, rwuh, where the dogs at
I'm just tryna put it in her mouth, where the jaw at
Tryna beat her from the back like some dog sex
Niggas looking for the bull, where the star at
Got a freak bitch, yeah, she tryna have car sex
Only rockin' UA, nigga, I don't f*ck with Nike Tec's
I got some North Young Bulls, tryna catch some reck
If you 18, with a PNC, we can clear a check
We can clear a check, nigga, we need all that
Pussy talking crazy, and you know I got his skull crack
Lil Bitch eat the dick and the ball sack
Nigga heard the switch, made me fall back
Humpin' on your bitch, she fell in love, I made her call back
I be calling plays in the field, Bill Belichick
Bitch said, I'm a whore, told her that's a false fact
In the trenches stacking paper, yeah, I really stack my racks
Stand tall we need all that
J-Money - ENERGY FREESTYLE (feat. BRIL) Lyrics
J-Money - ENERGY FREESTYLE (feat. BRIL) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Energy made this one
This ah uckity, bad lil' bitch gon on me, yeah
Chalk boys with a group of bitches like we Pippin' Hoes
They ask me why I walk so weird, because I'm pigeon toe
Every day I need some different sauce, I need some different hoes
I don't put my hands on these bitches, I be hittin' hoes
Broski in the cut, with the glock, he gon' wipe your nose
Mixing' all these meds in my soda like I got a cold
Put the f*ckin' beam on your face, I ain't missin' those
He got cooked cause he was lackin', now I gotta troll
Got this bitch pussy wet through her pantyhose
R.I.P my dead homies, we still winnin' though
Walk a nigga down, yeah, walk he down
Then he stood over top, shit like spaghetti ooze
Left his brains on the scene, now I gotta go
Tell my Spanish nigga, come on, broody bominos
I can never trust a bitch, no, I can't trust a hoe
I'm just tryna hit the bitch, and, then she gotta go
Like, bitch, get the f*ck out my house, I be kickin' hoes
Let me beat it from the side, I don't be kissin' hoes
Bril can't stress for no bitch, he got plenty hoes
Made this bitch eat the dick, you be kissin' hoes
In my city, my bitch so bad, my bitch so pretty
Dick n her down, yeah, I'm deep inside her kity
In the bitty, yeah, we litty, yeah, we run the city
Thick bitch, thick hips, and, she got them titties
After I hit, do my dance, I do the gritty
I'm a boy, set in trends, they ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm a young nigga, put on for my city
Bad bitch, do my dance, and, she pretty
Nigga real federal, PPD committee
18 in the club, got that litty to the titty
Labels tryna sign me, bitches tryna lie me
Broody got the ghost, and you know I got the Tommy
Bending through them blocks, yeah, we bending in them Johnnies
I can cuff that bitch, cause you know that bitch a thotty
Yeah, she got some bodies, Raw speeding in a Audi
Got a white bitch, all she like to do is pop molly
Beat it from the back, I smack her ass, oh, you like that, huh
I'm tryna f*ck her, huh, Friend, she don't like that, huh
You the type to get beat up and won't fight back, huh
I just want the neck, I want the suck, I don't bite back, huh
Like, rwuh, rwuh, rwuh, where the dogs at
I'm just tryna put it in her mouth, where the jaw at
Tryna beat her from the back like some dog sex
Niggas looking for the bull, where the star at
Got a freak bitch, yeah, she tryna have car sex
Only rockin' UA, nigga, I don't f*ck with Nike Tec's
I got some North Young Bulls, tryna catch some reck
If you 18, with a PNC, we can clear a check
We can clear a check, nigga, we need all that
Pussy talking crazy, and you know I got his skull crack
Lil Bitch eat the dick and the ball sack
Nigga heard the switch, made me fall back
Humpin' on your bitch, she fell in love, I made her call back
I be calling plays in the field, Bill Belichick
Bitch said, I'm a whore, told her that's a false fact
In the trenches stacking paper, yeah, I really stack my racks
Stand tall we need all that
This ah uckity, bad lil' bitch gon on me, yeah
Chalk boys with a group of bitches like we Pippin' Hoes
They ask me why I walk so weird, because I'm pigeon toe
Every day I need some different sauce, I need some different hoes
I don't put my hands on these bitches, I be hittin' hoes
Broski in the cut, with the glock, he gon' wipe your nose
Mixing' all these meds in my soda like I got a cold
Put the f*ckin' beam on your face, I ain't missin' those
He got cooked cause he was lackin', now I gotta troll
Got this bitch pussy wet through her pantyhose
R.I.P my dead homies, we still winnin' though
Walk a nigga down, yeah, walk he down
Then he stood over top, shit like spaghetti ooze
Left his brains on the scene, now I gotta go
Tell my Spanish nigga, come on, broody bominos
I can never trust a bitch, no, I can't trust a hoe
I'm just tryna hit the bitch, and, then she gotta go
Like, bitch, get the f*ck out my house, I be kickin' hoes
Let me beat it from the side, I don't be kissin' hoes
Bril can't stress for no bitch, he got plenty hoes
Made this bitch eat the dick, you be kissin' hoes
In my city, my bitch so bad, my bitch so pretty
Dick n her down, yeah, I'm deep inside her kity
In the bitty, yeah, we litty, yeah, we run the city
Thick bitch, thick hips, and, she got them titties
After I hit, do my dance, I do the gritty
I'm a boy, set in trends, they ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm a young nigga, put on for my city
Bad bitch, do my dance, and, she pretty
Nigga real federal, PPD committee
18 in the club, got that litty to the titty
Labels tryna sign me, bitches tryna lie me
Broody got the ghost, and you know I got the Tommy
Bending through them blocks, yeah, we bending in them Johnnies
I can cuff that bitch, cause you know that bitch a thotty
Yeah, she got some bodies, Raw speeding in a Audi
Got a white bitch, all she like to do is pop molly
Beat it from the back, I smack her ass, oh, you like that, huh
I'm tryna f*ck her, huh, Friend, she don't like that, huh
You the type to get beat up and won't fight back, huh
I just want the neck, I want the suck, I don't bite back, huh
Like, rwuh, rwuh, rwuh, where the dogs at
I'm just tryna put it in her mouth, where the jaw at
Tryna beat her from the back like some dog sex
Niggas looking for the bull, where the star at
Got a freak bitch, yeah, she tryna have car sex
Only rockin' UA, nigga, I don't f*ck with Nike Tec's
I got some North Young Bulls, tryna catch some reck
If you 18, with a PNC, we can clear a check
We can clear a check, nigga, we need all that
Pussy talking crazy, and you know I got his skull crack
Lil Bitch eat the dick and the ball sack
Nigga heard the switch, made me fall back
Humpin' on your bitch, she fell in love, I made her call back
I be calling plays in the field, Bill Belichick
Bitch said, I'm a whore, told her that's a false fact
In the trenches stacking paper, yeah, I really stack my racks
Stand tall we need all that
Writer: Jaden Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid