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Animal Control Video (MV)




Performed By: Baby Smoove
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Jaelin Parker




Baby Smoove - Animal Control Lyrics
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(Energy made this one)
Franchise
Franchise
Young rich bastard

She seen me take one, now she want one too
I ride through the city whipping nanas, nigga this a zoo
Smack a nigga with a Glock, leave a nigga tooth loose
My nigga rich shooters, they be going coo-coo
I hate a broke nigga who try to talk the price down
He was speaking on me, he a "long live" now
Niggas know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds
Catch a nigga slipping, he be running from the sound
Started up a grow house now it's pounds in your town
I just made a million, why sign for it now?
Miles to the city that's at least fifty miles
Push button on the clock, one second, fifty rounds
But you ain't got no hustle, could move a half a pound
This shit was already sold before it hit the town
These niggas old as hell tryna copy how I sound
I ain't dropped in a year, still bigger than you clowns
You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go at your account
You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go for me a pound
Boy, these bullets big as hell don't let 'em hit your mouth
I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch
Drank a eight one 'cause they said that it was a drought
So much Lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil' pouch
I was pulling phones, you was watching Wild N' Out
Hundred choppas in the crib like Osama Penthouse
I ain't got to call nobody to go and pull a quarter out
Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route
You tryna make some money, we can open an account
You tryna make some money, drive these to this house
Why you actin' like that you ain't know that you was a mouse?
One quarter back and receiving so I only know the route
Call animal control, it's some birds in this house
Bitch, I can't kiss you, you got germs in your mouth
Shoot a nigga for these buffs, kill a nigga for my china
Shit, these perks don't work, I got a different type of pain
They'll know I woulda crashed out right before 'caine
Pay a nigga to go crash out, to me is just change
I've been getting bored, my stock's five hunnid
I don't even like race but I'm rich so I want it
On the East deep as hell, six strikers on corner
Niggas know the jury cheap, if it was me I wouldn't want it
Big F, the Rich Franchise and they know it
That nigga think he's sweet but he running around owing
Every time a bum get a little money he gon' show it
You can't even show me to your bitch, she gon' throw it
Five grams in the 'Wood, they like, "The f*ck goin' on?"
Nigga, I'm the reason she ain't picking up the phone
Tell them on the reason why you scared to go home
There's some pointers in my ear, I couldn't hear what's going on
This a big hit, I hear, "Switch" then he gone
I like VVS', we ain't got the same stones
Nigga, you a bitch, we ain't got the same soul
My shit really ring, we ain't got the same phones
This a big body, you ain't been in one of those
A thousand for my shirt, we don't wear the same clothes
I can put you on, we ain't got the same boss

Niggas see me out and I bet it's fa-
Niggas see me out, he ain't know it's-
I'm a young rich bastard, but I-
I'm a young rich bastard, I'ma put my niggas on (Franchise, Franchise)
Mmh, don't be blowin' up the phone
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(Energy made this one)
Franchise
Franchise
Young rich bastard

She seen me take one, now she want one too
I ride through the city whipping nanas, nigga this a zoo
Smack a nigga with a Glock, leave a nigga tooth loose
My nigga rich shooters, they be going coo-coo
I hate a broke nigga who try to talk the price down
He was speaking on me, he a "long live" now
Niggas know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds
Catch a nigga slipping, he be running from the sound
Started up a grow house now it's pounds in your town
I just made a million, why sign for it now?
Miles to the city that's at least fifty miles
Push button on the clock, one second, fifty rounds
But you ain't got no hustle, could move a half a pound
This shit was already sold before it hit the town
These niggas old as hell tryna copy how I sound
I ain't dropped in a year, still bigger than you clowns
You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go at your account
You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go for me a pound
Boy, these bullets big as hell don't let 'em hit your mouth
I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch
Drank a eight one 'cause they said that it was a drought
So much Lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil' pouch
I was pulling phones, you was watching Wild N' Out
Hundred choppas in the crib like Osama Penthouse
I ain't got to call nobody to go and pull a quarter out
Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route
You tryna make some money, we can open an account
You tryna make some money, drive these to this house
Why you actin' like that you ain't know that you was a mouse?
One quarter back and receiving so I only know the route
Call animal control, it's some birds in this house
Bitch, I can't kiss you, you got germs in your mouth
Shoot a nigga for these buffs, kill a nigga for my china
Shit, these perks don't work, I got a different type of pain
They'll know I woulda crashed out right before 'caine
Pay a nigga to go crash out, to me is just change
I've been getting bored, my stock's five hunnid
I don't even like race but I'm rich so I want it
On the East deep as hell, six strikers on corner
Niggas know the jury cheap, if it was me I wouldn't want it
Big F, the Rich Franchise and they know it
That nigga think he's sweet but he running around owing
Every time a bum get a little money he gon' show it
You can't even show me to your bitch, she gon' throw it
Five grams in the 'Wood, they like, "The f*ck goin' on?"
Nigga, I'm the reason she ain't picking up the phone
Tell them on the reason why you scared to go home
There's some pointers in my ear, I couldn't hear what's going on
This a big hit, I hear, "Switch" then he gone
I like VVS', we ain't got the same stones
Nigga, you a bitch, we ain't got the same soul
My shit really ring, we ain't got the same phones
This a big body, you ain't been in one of those
A thousand for my shirt, we don't wear the same clothes
I can put you on, we ain't got the same boss

Niggas see me out and I bet it's fa-
Niggas see me out, he ain't know it's-
I'm a young rich bastard, but I-
I'm a young rich bastard, I'ma put my niggas on (Franchise, Franchise)
Mmh, don't be blowin' up the phone
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Writer: Jaelin Parker
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