Animal
You don't wanna see the goat
You don't wanna see the goat
I'm a pistol poppin' animal
Pistol poppin
You don't wanna see the goat
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
He gon' put you up fo' show, I ain't gotta say too much
She said she don't know 1K, I told that bitch, you play too much
She said, why your eyes always low, I guess I face too much
She said, damn, you still countin', doe, I guess I get too much
I can't leave the crib without my pole now
Buy up all the woods, up out the store now
Skate up on your bitch and then I roll bounce
Niggas sign their life just for a hundred thou'
Niggas switched on me, I had to change the crowd
They was poppin' all that shit, but now we poppin' now
Like, who you think we is, We go pound for pound
Get the clutch and if you want, cause we go round for round
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
Niggas switched on me, I had to change the crowd
They was poppin' all that shit, but now we poppin' now
Like, who you think we is, We go pound for pound
Get the clutch and if you want, cause we go round for round
You don't wanna see the goat
I'm a pistol poppin' animal
Pistol poppin
You don't wanna see the goat
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
He gon' put you up fo' show, I ain't gotta say too much
She said she don't know 1K, I told that bitch, you play too much
She said, why your eyes always low, I guess I face too much
She said, damn, you still countin', doe, I guess I get too much
I can't leave the crib without my pole now
Buy up all the woods, up out the store now
Skate up on your bitch and then I roll bounce
Niggas sign their life just for a hundred thou'
Niggas switched on me, I had to change the crowd
They was poppin' all that shit, but now we poppin' now
Like, who you think we is, We go pound for pound
Get the clutch and if you want, cause we go round for round
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
I'm a pistol poppin' animal, You don't wanna see the goat
Bad lil' mama pussy sweeter than some cantaloupe
You ain't really like that, why you poppin' Why you actin fo'
I was at the bottom, they ain't help me, they ain't even throw no rope
He got caught in that jam, he started singin' like he Keisha Cole
They catch me in that jam, that's on my mama, I won't ever fold
I can't trust nobody, trust no soul that's why I keep a pole
My young nigga gon' put you in a pack, he always tryna roll
Niggas switched on me, I had to change the crowd
They was poppin' all that shit, but now we poppin' now
Like, who you think we is, We go pound for pound
Get the clutch and if you want, cause we go round for round
Credits
Writer(s): Mervin Felton
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