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Jonathan - DON'T FEED THE ANIMALS Lyrics



Jonathan - DON'T FEED THE ANIMALS Lyrics
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My dawg just got booked
So it's f*ck the law and f*ck the sheriff
You wasn't on that road
You don't know bout waiting on the mail
Spot em point em out
Ain't no talking on the net
Folks think that I'm god
But I'll still put a bitch through hell
I can't do no right
I think I'm the realest nigga left
You can't walk in my shoes
You out here taking baby steps
Better keep yo head on yo shoulders boy
Ain't no telling what happens next
Her nigga the jealous type
But I keep it player like we never met
Some say I'm overlooked
But bro JC think I'm the best
I can't be no rookie
When my dawgs treat me like a vet
Money on my mind
I won't give love to nothing else
Lowkey the violent type
Why I keep this piece up on my belt
They can't see me move in stealth
This girl no good for my health
Boy ain't nothing but shooters around
Better keep yo hands all to yourself
Still no good at taking help
I do bad all by myself
Roadrunner
You can't break my heart
My brother got real charges
Young stunna
Folk my heart stone cold
I feel like Steve Austin
Ease off me
All the dirt I did
They throwing flowers on me
Is you proud of me
We been here before
Still no letting go
What's the score
Either way it go
Me I fear the most
We been through it all
And I know I can't save em all
Loyalty my fault
Shawty want all of me
That there too hard for me
I can't miss a step
Heard the game f*cked up
But you can't blame me
I feel like Steph
Let my mama say it
Boy trust in only you and no one else
Don't feed the animals
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My dawg just got booked
So it's f*ck the law and f*ck the sheriff
You wasn't on that road
You don't know bout waiting on the mail
Spot em point em out
Ain't no talking on the net
Folks think that I'm god
But I'll still put a bitch through hell
I can't do no right
I think I'm the realest nigga left
You can't walk in my shoes
You out here taking baby steps
Better keep yo head on yo shoulders boy
Ain't no telling what happens next
Her nigga the jealous type
But I keep it player like we never met
Some say I'm overlooked
But bro JC think I'm the best
I can't be no rookie
When my dawgs treat me like a vet
Money on my mind
I won't give love to nothing else
Lowkey the violent type
Why I keep this piece up on my belt
They can't see me move in stealth
This girl no good for my health
Boy ain't nothing but shooters around
Better keep yo hands all to yourself
Still no good at taking help
I do bad all by myself
Roadrunner
You can't break my heart
My brother got real charges
Young stunna
Folk my heart stone cold
I feel like Steve Austin
Ease off me
All the dirt I did
They throwing flowers on me
Is you proud of me
We been here before
Still no letting go
What's the score
Either way it go
Me I fear the most
We been through it all
And I know I can't save em all
Loyalty my fault
Shawty want all of me
That there too hard for me
I can't miss a step
Heard the game f*cked up
But you can't blame me
I feel like Steph
Let my mama say it
Boy trust in only you and no one else
Don't feed the animals
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Writer: Jonathan Dorsainvil
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Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jonathan Dorsainvil

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