Animal feat fefe dobson

Hook They shouldve never ever let you out Goin down em all with the mouth from the south Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do As you know theyre coming, coming after you Watch out for the D-Boys Watch out for the boys in blue You better keep it moving (big boy) You know theyre taking shots at you Cos youre an animal, Oh Verse 1 Here we go, Alabamas own buddy Promenade. And Im in the zone now Everybody, bringing em home baby Tour da stage. Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar Runnin up on motherfuckers like Im in a bar Cinnamon, a motherfuckers in a cookie jar Be the late night snack, Im Santa Clause Down to Panama beach, Drunk in my underalls Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra? I aint bothered by your triple Ds, not at all Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk Wanna get the party bumping let me do my thing Get the marijuana plant need watering Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling Know what I mean, Butterbean bada bada bing Trashy white, pass the mic, Yeah Im doing em dirty Fists start pumping when Im in the lights, like Im rapping in Jersey Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive Raised by the country B-Boys, Im elegantly perfect Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up Rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 Youll get when I win but I wont lose In fact Im gonna win, win again with another hand Heres another hand, heres another hand Dealer can I get another hand Heres a hand, king king king king king Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south and you know we gettin green bitch eh Hook Verse 2 Candy coated whip running over candy coated rappers (Hrooom) Panties on my drip? do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor (Action) Do a Cartwheel on the wall will you do a cartwheel while i chill and I watch you? When I throw a dart at a wet seal well I can see ya well Im gonna throw a fucking harpoon Go looney tunes and lose ya for the lose to prove youre in a room, youre shroomin to the moon But in the morning youre waking up like a broom swept off ya feet cos Yelawolf aint a groom I aint popping the cherry, Im popping berry moonshine hop in the bedroom lets move If ya wanna compare me, compare me to a legend, dont compare me to a young fool Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinnabun, Now sit upon your fucking roof I live a ton, I get it done. Fuck anyone. You fuck anybody, you aint fuckin with the crew Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate Cos Im a lord of a doggytown (Woof) A.L.A.B.A.M.A My state My state of my mind 1985 wide body Looking for the little small tail gate party Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie Get shitty like a porta-potty so Jump on the paddy wagon like a pakistani and packin a mack 11 Wit a pack of maniacs, 1130 back at it again Im ready for the battle when and where muthafucka, they let another cracker in Yeah Hook