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letra de animal - naâman

[verse 1]
i looked in the trench and
i’m boppin’ right in
and i came with the ammo
whole lotta bars in my pocket
i mix it with beats and the sauce
and they call it a van gogh
f-ck all that talk
what i’m livin’ i’m rappin’
i’m folding my napkins
i nut in your blanket
give you the packs
if you good with the stacks
then we movin it in
and we spin it like tango
thats my name so my
word is for sure
nam is for short
my closet is fancy
i built a repoire
bespoke to the floor
glamour allure
crossing my t’s and i’m packing my o’s
i hate to impose
i’m minding my own
but if you get messy i’ll wipe you for sure
pampered and dappered
they look with the awe
so i’m making the faces go uh with awe
up to something
he been up to something
he been sneaking in the l!cks
touching something
hold the order
we got more to order
never saw the border
gonna load a boat up
keep it movin even out of breath
you won’t find me kidding like an adolesc
my inner demons were on house arrest
but i let em go and now they gotta flex

[chorus]
oh so they wanna go to war
i think they talking metaphor
the wrist loud like a dinosaur
new whip gotta lotta roar
stomach growl so i’m biting more
never full i’m an animal
these dice number nice and all
but really me i planned it all

[verse 2]
down to the dots
i’m a stickler for deets
got richters for beats
no lint in my pleats
we splin in the sea
after slippin in sheats
omnipotent being
this boy from the bean
back to the back with the smackers
i’m coming with me and my team and we on
these shoulders are bigger i carry it better
my payments are made
and i’m working on rome
the badder the better
i’m feta not chedda
unfolding a carpet and droppin a pose
when it’s all falling to pieces
i’ll come with the pieces
i put it together
get goin
i’m only rockin with the illest of them
i’ve been poppin tags
and my fit official
never hand out what i give initials
i’m the biggest dipper
in the milky way
i’m a creamsicle
on a milky wave
lil silky strings
comin out my mouth
all the fine threads
of my noggin out
seen my figure once
and they coppin’ out
the reason i play with the fire
the reasons i come with the fire
the heathens i break in into
heaps of they ash in its high
holdin my chalice
i sip when i like
i get sick of poppin’ a lot of these tags
oh my god its a pain in my thumbs
happy to happy to have you uh huh
where is my cape oh right now it is tucked
under the water i found i could breathe
over the water i found i could walk
dribble my rhythm and dip it in tea
sip it in bits and i share with the team
headlights on my beam
high hat hit roll how i go
i know
i’m all over
how he stay flowin
this boy a blow up
and hold up
the soldiers

- naaman

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