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Snake in the Grass (feat. Cartier Kitten)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
Cartier Kitten
Cartier Kitten
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Lauren Carter
Lauren Carter
Songwriter
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Debra Antney
Debra Antney
Executive Producer
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Chea man am like make the fucker bark (herps)dat shit hard... ohhh dis shit gon be hard Flocka!!! They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit I keep the crowd jumping like im Kris Kross bitch I aint gonna cross over, so any rap nigga move over They say i aint gonna make it so bitch yeah i gotta show ya Man im known in the hood for making that f-ker bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark 40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark If we was livin in water ide be a shark Im in the front you in the back like Rosa Parks Got heart like Rosa Parks, eyy where the fuck to start? Dont gotta gun im a use a dart (bow) I fell in love with yellow diamonds since guccis bart Bitch we shootin over here no martial arts I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend pussy got hella mileage Ima street nigga so middle finger to a college They say snakes in the grass so ima cut this shit All these girls want this cash so i cant trust a bitch 12 pull up run back, i aint goin to jail for shit I got cars, ice and hoes shawty im nigga rich They say snakes in the grass so ima cut this shit All these girls want this cash so i cant trust a bitch 12 full of ryhme, i aint go to jail for shit I got cars, ice and hoes shawty im nigga rich Cartier no watch so high, that my ears popped Right here where that lear dropped, hopped out yeah like Thats hot now where the bread ima need that boo When it off the head ima need like two Nigga rich what that make you, Im a trigger chick my Belt my proof. Now what you want Imma shut this down, nigga try To front like I dont run this town nigga try to front like I dont work this shit shit. Nigga hide the blunt I smell The pigs. While Im tippin corners Im rollin with foreigners My hoes be Brazilian Sicilian Honduras. Got bread to blow Got a mean 16 turn the camera on let me rep my team Im makin hits like back to back yall cute n shit, yall try To rap. Get stupid chick how u trynna act Im stupid rich No platinum plaques. Im nigga rich boy what you rep No nigga business No nigga checks. Cartier! They say snakes in the grass so ima cut this shit All these girls want this cash so i cant trust a bitch 12 pull up run back, aint goin to jail for shit I got cars, ice and hoes shawty im nigga rich
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Juaquin Malphurs, Lauren Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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