Rico Nasty - Animal lyrics
[Rico Nasty - Animal lyrics]
I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer
Where I stay
You can't mother fuckin' stay there
Keep them kids like a mother fuckin' daycare
Don't like how I sing, bitch I don't care
Smokin' on OG peach
Can't get my mind clear
Bad bitch, she with me, she got curly hair
When we get to the trap bitch, don't stare
Lot of guns, lot of packs
Lot of dope sellin'
And if you ain't know bitch
We don't do no tellin'
If you a pussy we gon' smell
It like it's dope on ya
Went to ya hood, they like
"we'on even know shawty"
Design it up, lookin' sweet
I don't need no stylist
If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge
Bitches want beef with me
But they can't manage
Got my tool, grab the heat
Let's have a camp fire
You talk a lot but you ain't
Got none to talk about
If it ain't money comin' out bitch
Shut ya mouth pistol whip ya ass and now
She fallin' on the ground
Screamin', shoutin' in the street
Like she at church
I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit
Go and check the verse
I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm
The one who did it first
I got hot up on the beat so
You could call me Lava Girl
Once he heard of Sugar Trap
He wanna come into my world
Choppa make him break dance
Call that shit the sugar twirl
I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer
I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer
I'm a bear
You a mother fuckin'- mother fuckin'
Where I stay
You can't mother fuckin' stay there
If she postin' it
I doubt that she gon' blow the shit
It's OG gas I'm rollin' it
No bacon, ion talk to pigs
Bitches know what's up with me
I'm living lavish, luxury
Money don't mean nothing
Them cubics on you, you look broke to me
Went to ya hood, they like
"we'on even know shawty"
Design it up, lookin' sweet
I don't need no stylist
If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge
Bitches want beef with me
But they can't manage
Got my tool, grab the heat
Let's have a campfire
You talk a lot but ya ain't
Got none to talk about
If it ain't money comin' out bitch
Shut ya mouth pistol whip ya ass and now
She fallin' on the ground
Screamin', shoutin' in the street
Like she at church
I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit
Go and check the verse
I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm
The one who did it first
I got hot up on the beat so
You could call me Lava Girl
Once he heard of Sugar Trap he
Wanna come into my world
Choppa make him break dance
Call that shit the sugar twirl
Where I stay
You can't mother fuckin' stay there
Keep them kids like a mother fuckin' daycare
Don't like how I sing, bitch I don't care
Smokin' on OG peach
Can't get my mind clear
Bad bitch, she with me, she got curly hair
When we get to the trap bitch, don't stare
Lot of guns, lot of packs
Lot of dope sellin'
And if you ain't know bitch
We don't do no tellin'
If you a pussy we gon' smell
It like it's dope on ya
Went to ya hood, they like
"we'on even know shawty"
Design it up, lookin' sweet
I don't need no stylist
If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge
Bitches want beef with me
But they can't manage
Got my tool, grab the heat
Let's have a camp fire
You talk a lot but you ain't
Got none to talk about
If it ain't money comin' out bitch
Shut ya mouth pistol whip ya ass and now
She fallin' on the ground
Screamin', shoutin' in the street
Like she at church
I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit
Go and check the verse
I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm
The one who did it first
I got hot up on the beat so
You could call me Lava Girl
Once he heard of Sugar Trap
He wanna come into my world
Choppa make him break dance
Call that shit the sugar twirl
I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer
I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer
I'm a bear
You a mother fuckin'- mother fuckin'
Where I stay
You can't mother fuckin' stay there
If she postin' it
I doubt that she gon' blow the shit
It's OG gas I'm rollin' it
No bacon, ion talk to pigs
Bitches know what's up with me
I'm living lavish, luxury
Money don't mean nothing
Them cubics on you, you look broke to me
Went to ya hood, they like
"we'on even know shawty"
Design it up, lookin' sweet
I don't need no stylist
If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge
Bitches want beef with me
But they can't manage
Got my tool, grab the heat
Let's have a campfire
You talk a lot but ya ain't
Got none to talk about
If it ain't money comin' out bitch
Shut ya mouth pistol whip ya ass and now
She fallin' on the ground
Screamin', shoutin' in the street
Like she at church
I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit
Go and check the verse
I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm
The one who did it first
I got hot up on the beat so
You could call me Lava Girl
Once he heard of Sugar Trap he
Wanna come into my world
Choppa make him break dance
Call that shit the sugar twirl