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rico nasty - animal lyrics

[refrain]
i’m a bear, you a mother f-ckin’ reindeer
where i stay, you can’t mother f-ckin’ stay there

[verse 1]
keep them kids like a mother f-ckin’ daycare
don’t like how i sing, b-tch i don’t care
smokin’ on og peach, can’t get my mind clear
bad b-tch, she with me, she got curly hair
when we get to the trap b-tch, don’t stare
lot of guns, lot of packs, lot of dope sellin’
and if you ain’t know b-tch, we don’t do no tellin’
if you a p-ssy we gon’ smell it like it’s dope on ya

[chorus]
went to ya hood, they like, “we’on even know shawty”
design it up, lookin’ sweet, i don’t need no stylist
if ya n-gg- look at me it ain’t no challenge
b-tches 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 b-tch, shut ya mouth
pistol whip ya -ss and now she fallin’ on the ground
screamin’, shoutin’ in the street like she at church
i’m that b-tch, diss you on your own sh-t, 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 sh-t the sugar twirl

[refrain]
i’m a bear, you a mother f-ckin’ reindeer
i’m a bear, you a mother f-ckin’ reindeer
i’m a bear, you a mother f-ckin’- mother f-ckin’
where i stay, you can’t mother f-ckin’ stay there

[verse 2]
if she postin’ it, i doubt that she gon’ blow the sh-t
it’s og gas i’m rollin’ it
no bacon, ion talk to pigs
b-tches 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

[chorus]
went to ya hood, they like, “we’on even know shawty”
design it up, lookin’ sweet, i don’t need no stylist
if ya n-gg- look at me it ain’t no challenge
b-tches 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 b-tch, shut ya mouth
pistol whip ya -ss and now she fallin’ on the ground
screamin’, shoutin’ in the street like she at church
i’m that b-tch, diss you on your own sh-t, 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 sh-t the sugar twirl

- rico nasty lyrics

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