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Gorilla Zoe Don T Feed The Animals

bills godamn thats a felony Carots in my ears all tha bitches wanna share me John Deere take of da grass, my dear let me take care of dat ass G zoe,

fault, okay, then I'll go It's better to know Now there's nobody to argue with 'Cause I'm not home Don't care who you're with Don't call my phone Or

fresh everyday Spend a hundred on a ole Chevrolet And I can't change my ways I'm so hood, man, the hood loves me Now everywhere I go the hoe know me Still wearin' packet, we don't

Man I used to be broke Man I used to be sleepin' on the flo Man I, man I Everywhere I go, girls take photos Still sell low doe keep it on the low low

on 'em I shit on 'em, you shit on 'em? I shit on 'em, now shit on 'em If a bitch wanna choose to holla my phone, but I bet I won't call her But son I bet I won't

and bought all that But Gucci don't make that And Louie don't make that Now I'm looking at your back Like what the hell is that? Like, man, that can't

a sick dog So many hoes on my balls I can't get 'em off So many cars in my garage I can't even ball And we don't use cash no more Whatchu use is credit

'm an untamed Gorilla Hit you with a slug No it's 9mm Find me in the projects straight hood nigga Red beep beep Yes sir I'm gunna hit em I'm an untamed Gorilla

'm on cable, able But it's human nature to hata Playa gettin papa Money like skyscrapa It's Gucci! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe] Went to sleep in