Chris Brown & Young Thug Animal paroles

Intro: Chris Brown]

Go, 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

Tryna hold me back

Why'd you show me this?

You know I got problems when daylight

Brinks, 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 (Oh-oh-oh-oh)


[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Poppin' these models (Poppin'), exotic models (Yeah)

Poppin' these pills (Yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (Bottles)

Looked down at your watch (Woah), it's been a good year

Old school Monte Carlo, fuck what they thought (Skrrt), we goin' up

Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (Fuck), we goin' up (Let's go)

Long life to be my content, we goin' up

Take that Prada like it's nonsense, we goin' up

Fuck on a model until the sunset, whippin' it up

Rockin' Givenchy, Chanel, that came in, 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'm 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


[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


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