Waka Flocka Flame – Snakes in the Grass Lyrics

Produced By: Lex Luger

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Aye I’m like, make that fucka bark, let's go yo heart
Ohhh that shit gone be hard

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka trippin' shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross, bitch

I ain't gone cross over, ain't rap nigga move over
They say I ain't gone make it so bitch, yeah I gotta show ya
Man I'm on in the hood for makin' that fucka bark

You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark
Forty nights, forty days no Noah's ark
If we was livin' in water I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back, like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay where the fuck to start
Don't got the gun then I'mma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci Bart
Bitch we shootin' over here no martial arts
Oh okay, man im finna go in man, real talk man
I got nigga knowledge yo girlfriend pussy got hella mileage
I’m a street nigga so middle finger to a college

[Hook] (x2)
They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit, Flocka
All these girls want is cash so I can’t trust the bitch, NO!
12, pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit, Vroom
I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich, woah

[Verse 2: Cartier Kitten]
Carti-er no watch
So high that, my ears pop
Right here, where that leer drop
Hop out yeah, like thats hot
Now where the bread, ima need that boo
With it off the head, ima need like two
Nigga rich, what that make you
Ima trigger chick, my belt my proof
Now what you want, ima shut this down
Nigga try to front, like I dont run this town
Nigga try to front, like I dont wreck this shit
Nigga hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While im tip-pin corners, im rol-lin with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
Got bread to blow, gotta mean 16
Turn the camera on, ima rep my team
Im making hits like back to back
Yall cute and shit, y'all try to rap
Get stupid chick, how you tryna act
Im stupid rich, no platinum plaques
Im nigga rich, boy what you rep
No nigga business, no nigga checks


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