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ANIMAL
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ANIMAL was released on April 24, 2026 by SGR (So Gang Records) as a part of the album Top Floor Capo - EP
April 24, 2026
LabelSGR (So Gang Records)
LanguageEnglish
BPM146
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Huh, huh, huh
I am just better than ****
I don't gotta cap in the rappin to sell you a song
My bitch, she bad to the bone
Jumped off the porch and I ain't went home
He with the opps, guess they get along
Hey, do what you do, but I can't condone
I'm so high that I can't come down
Pull up on me, she geeked
I'm smacking her cheeks
She fucking with me cause I'm wild
Money on me, can feed your whole family
Little ****, I'm shutting you down
Got it on me for real, a house in the hills
Your bitch want to kick it and chill
Wiping her tears with bills
I know how she feel
But I'm trying to run to a mill
I got no time to lie
I'm thinking about money
To bitches, I'm keeping it real
Girl, if I tell you I love you
Then I really mean it
But don't let it go to your head
I go Laurent the pants
We smoking on gas
I stay on the grind like Thrasher
**** not better than me
They broker than me
He out there donating plasma
Chopping it up with twin
He got a new whip
So I got some shit a lil faster
Fucking that bitch through the bed
She know I'm the one
She treat me like I am her master
Don't give a fuck who you is
If I send the money
Them **** will hop out and grab you
Young **** came up broke
But look at me now
I ball on a bitch like the Raptors
Came up broke
Bitch, look at me now
Racks on me, make grandma proud
Ain't shit changed
I'm a crook with a smile
Kick off the top of the coupe Kung Lao
Maybach insides, doo-doo brown
She wanna fight
But I shut that down
Pulling her strings like voodoo child
Ain't never seen so much till now
Got so geeked
I done lost count
Count it again
Cause I was so thirsty to pick up the bag
Ain't ask the amount
Nothing in common with none of my opps
I want racks
They want clout
Call up the killers
Pull up to the house
My shooter bald like Steve Stout
Chrome heart belt still saggin'
All white tee like 03 Fashion
Ice on my neck and wrist
Atlantic
Bought her some ass, her booty gigantic
Touch my chain
My **** ain't having it
That is a no
Like Randy Jackson
Stick in my lap
When I ride through the raq
Sipping on dirty
Michigan Lansing
Ain't hit her up till three
I'm vamping
When I pulled up
The bitch start dancing
Watch your mouth
I'm OD crashing
He don't want smoke with me
I'm cancer
Jump off the stage
I'm feeling relaxed
Shawty, what's up
What you doing right after
Stacking the money
It look like a castle
Glock in the bag
Boy, I do not wrestle
Written by: Malik Soski Jones
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