P Money - Animals (Freestyle) lyrics

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P Money - Animals (Freestyle) lyrics

'Llow it Really bro, you should 'llow it Every time I hear anything from you My first reaction is 'llow it I'm sorry for the man that say 'llow it But I don't say 'llow it, let on to the 'llow it But man like you get so shocked The only thing you can say is 'llow it 'Llow it I don't say 'llow it cause it won't get loud I brought my dogs and I brought them muzzles So when you bark off you won't be loud When it's that deep nobody gets loud And on top of that, nobody gets loud Keep saying 'llow it like you're gonna get loud You can get slapped for thinking it's For thinking it's, for thinking it's loud Took off the muzzle, now everything's loud Ratatata, level that's loud O-M-geezus, level that's loud Everybody in here's thinking loud On top of that, they're thinking loud 24 bar will show you You won't get loud just cause he said 'llow it, loud P, let me say that again Mother-mother I'm P They wanna clash me A man showed me the tweet I said "let's talk P" Jammer, let's talk P But when it turned to the beef they be like "no, P" "Wait, let's talk P" I barely wanna smoke, me, but they wanna stop me Hang on, stop, me? I'll be defense with midfield when I hold up a team I hold up a team Hit em when the car's moving, did you hear that beep? That continuous beep When I bury MCs they be saying I'm deep Nah blud, he's deep Mother-mother I'm P, mother-mother I'm P Asking questions, tryna get to know me Blud, you don't wanna know me When it's beef I wrap em Wrap em, wrap em, wrap em up like a roti Stand up but you're tryna get cosy Don't think you're Rick Ross cause of your goatie End up with a bruk jaw and a nose bleed Now let me see you try and be nosy Mad, and don't tell me bout grime [?] 25, I did grime on the daily Way before any website made my postie Mad, damn right I'm an OG Can't rhyme with me, man have got more sticks than a fully-grown oak tree Mad, in my eyes you're a goalie A pole to your left and a pole in your right Then a pole in your head equals goalie Mad, what, you don't know me? Talking ish like you don't go church But now you all look holy Blud, you don't bother me But your talking ish might bother me I keep telling all these MCs Not to concern me with stuff that don't bother me Tweeting stuff cause you know I ain't following [?] hollas me I'll put so many zeros in your figure You'll be looking like a jackpot for the lottery Mad, and if I die my guys'll honour me Cause the way they'll draw so many stars You'd think they were studying astronomy They just want an apology Nope, I lied, sorry, my apologies I specialise in mockery But I send serious gas at your property And they'll be armed with a spatula Nope, I'm joking They're gonna be equipped with something big Similar to the shape of Africa It's mad I ain't pulling your leg or having ya But the teeth in this weapon Probably draw more blood than Dracula