Lyrics New Energy - Kyah Baby

Yo! This is a state of emergency
The real is here
I repeat the real is here
All my hustlers right now
Grab a drink pour a shot
Whether it's straight out the bottle
I don't give a fuck what you do
We here to restore the feeling baby
Ayo matter fact
How you say you from New York
Without saying you from New York?
Ayo suck my dick

Ayo I bring that New York energy
Double shot of Hennessy
Casa or that Don Julio I got the remedy
Anybody speaking ill on me
They ain't a friend to me
Still up in the hood
But I got rich bitch tendencies
She just tryna get flewed out
From John Kennedy
Couple shots in
Make your shorty want to feel on me
She ain't really into these niggas
She just pretend to be
Breast all jiggling ass all wiggly
Yea look at me
Whole crew be wild
Hoe back that ass up like Meg the Stal'
Any party we attend
Hoes neck be out
All breaking ass shaking
All up and down
Leave the club in a pigsty
Yea we get it on this side
Bacon egg and cheese
Or the lobster mac with the ribeye
Either way I'm eating
And everyday ima get fly
And get it with my team
Yea thats just something I live by

1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we leave spot got 'em begging to fuck
Let this nigga get a taste he want to do it again
I just pulled up in a wraith I might do it again
If I did the shit once ima do it again
Blow a bag get it back and go do it again

Yea y'all know who I be
Live from the NYC
It's been a while
Still no chick like me
Been top three
High life penthouse suite
Taking shots round two
Have her bent by three
Got girls kissing girls like L-G-B
T's crossed I's dotted still MVP
Been had cheese
Provolone swizz no keys
You can tell I'm from New York
I pray my Tmbs don't crease
Hahaa real funny
Been had money
And I been broke
And bounced back bad bunny
Hopped back on my grind
Now I'm stacking mad hunnits
Hopping off of jets
And landing somewhere where it's sunny
Used to be way too broke to pop bottles
Now I'm in the V.I.P.
With top models
I just had a dream
I was touching on big Latto
And threw a million ones in the club
Like I hit the lotto

1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m tenth shot in the cup
By the time we leave spot got 'em begging to fuck
Let this nigga get a taste he want to do it again
I just pulled up in a wraith I might do it again
If I did the shit once ima do it again
Blow a bag get it back and go do it again

Put your hands up
Everybody put 'em up
Get your hands up
Yo get your hands up
Everybody put 'em up
Get your hands up

Kyah Baby mu'fucka
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