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tucks - Energy (Official Music Video)
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Wil Tucker
Wil Tucker
Songwriter
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Mizzle
Mizzle
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Yeah, Ain't matchin' my energy I'm raisin' my whole vibration these bitches ain't matchin' my energy I pack a fid in my blunt The green it just fill me with lethargy Keep it pushin', I'll wait for my time I know it's gon' happen, it's meant to be (Yeah) Respectfully told that bitch measure me She need me nearby like basic amenities My bro got too greedy, he rich, but still sellin' trees It ain't worth it, a waste of them lawyer fees Blood in Dongguan but only speak gwapanese All my goals is connected like Siamese Gon' make millions, I manifest all my dreams Say I won't sell out a show, guess we'll have to see It feel like I'm shootin' full court It's a risk, hope I don't fall short Spin like Tatum, make his neck contort Keep on goin', won't stop like a horse Countin' digits, need more, perform Fuck an office, will not, conform Independent, take over, by storm No this ain't no regular Porsche No this ain't no regular torque Got the Bentley, fuck it cop the Jeep And these is them ones you can't source Money tall like the buildings, New York Silver platter, yeah, silver forks He talk, but don't know him, he ain't in my feed Now with these bitch, watch out for the stork 13k, 24, tryna triple it 39k, fuck that, I want a million Almost 19, man, I don't see a ceilin' Every song they say I just keep on buildin' Level up, can't put drank in my cup Level up, I don't even want Bilson Y'all is babies, you actin' like what? Y'all is babies, you actin' like children Find yourself keep on hatin', I'll still win Find yourself you is lazy, ain't willin' It's a race to the bag, I'm like Kylian I don't want you, lil' bitch, I ain't feelin' it You can't use me, no, I ain't your meal ticket Hog the doink, takin' hits, I get real lifted Told my bro, lose the gut that's from real sippage Every day I step out and I'm real fitted Yeah, Ain't matchin' my energy I'm raisin' my whole vibration these bitches ain't matchin' my energy I pack a fid in my blunt The green it just fill me with lethargy Keep it pushin', I'll wait for my time I know it's gon' happen, it's meant to be (Yeah) Respectfully told that bitch measure me She need me nearby like basic amenities My bro got too greedy, he rich, but still sellin' trees It ain't worth it, a waste of them lawyer fees Blood in Dongguan but only speak gwapanese All my goals is connected like Siamese Gon' make millions, I manifest all my dreams Say I won't sell out a show, guess we'll have to see
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