WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Snakes In The Grass lyrics

rate me

(Waka Verse)

Aye I’m like, make that fucka bark, o thats real hard (talking)(barking)

Ohhh that shit gone be hard (talking)(barking)

They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit....what???

I keep the crowd jumpin like im criss cross bitch.....go,go,go, go,go,go,go,go…

I aint gone cross over, a rep nigga move over

They say I ain't gone make It, So this year I gotta show ya.

Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucka bark

You know Flocka Shoot first like John Stark....argh

Forty nights forty days no Noah's ark....argh

If we was living in water I'd be a shark....argh

Im in the front, you in the back, like Rosa Parks...argh

Got hoes like Rosa Parks, aye, where the fuck to start....argh

Dont got the gun then Ima use a dart

I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci bark, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka

Bitch we shooting over here no martial arts

HaHaHa....Oh, Okay, man im finna go in man....real talk man (talking)

I got nigga knowledge yo girlfriend pussy got hella mileage

I’m a street nigga so middle finger to a college

(Chorus)x2

They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit

All these girls want is cash so I can’t trust a bitch

12 pull up run fast can`t go to jail for shit

I got cars, ice, and hoes shawt im nigga rich

They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit

All these girls want is cash so I can't trust a bitch

12 pull up run fast can`t go to jail for shit

I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty im nigga rich

Wakkkkkaaa

(Cartier Kitten Verse)

Cartier..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 run this town

nigga try to front, like i ion work this shit

nigga hide the blunt, i smell the pigs

while im tip-pin corners, im rol-lin with foreigners

my hoes be Brazilian...Sacilian...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, yall try to rap

get stupid chick, how you tryna act

im stupid rich, no platinum plaques

im nigga rich, boy what yu rep

no nigga business, no nigga checks

Cartier

(Chorus)x2

They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit

All these girls want is cash so I can’t trust a bitch

12 pull up run fast can`t go to jail for shit

I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty im nigga rich

They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit

All these girls want is cash so I can't trust a bitch

12 pull up run fast can`t go to jail for shit

I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty im nigga rich

Whoahhhhhhh

Thanks to Corday for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Cira for correcting these lyrics