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Young Thug - Animal Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Club
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, let me take my time
Was this really meant for me?
Pretendin' this my last drink
I know you won't believe
That ain't for me
Turn it for me
Throw that ass in a circle
Make me feel like you can tell me
What the future has
Tried to hold me back
Why'd you show me this?
You know I got problems
When daylight breaks
Run from my mistakes
Why'd you make me this?
You know I'm gone
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Thug]
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Poppin' these models (Poppin'), exotic models (Yeah)
Poppin' these pills (Yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (Bottles)
Look down at your watch (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
It's been a good year, old school Monte Carlo
Fuck what they thought (Skrrt), we goin' up (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (Ooh), we goin' up (Let's go)
Long life be my content, we goin' up
Take that powder like it's nonsense, we goin' up
Fuck on a model until the sun set, livin' it up
While they been cherishin' that and 'caine, man, I'm keepin' it up

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I'm livin' fast (Yeah)
I made too much, you said to give it back (Oh)
But I gave you the keys for a reason
And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me
This shit means so much to me that I won't give up (Yeah)
My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up
I got enough for us, so we can roll it up
I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna fuck it up
Don't wanna fuck it up (Oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
I feel like an animal
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah