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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

Ay I'm like, make that fucker bark This gon' be hard Oh, that shit gon' be hard They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit, I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks, 40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark If we was living 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'ma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart, bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts Oh, okay, man, I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage I'm a street nigga, so middle finger to the college They say snakes in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm 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 the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich Cartier, no watch, so high that my ears pop, right here, where that Lear drop, hop out yeah, like, that's hot Now where the bread? I'ma need that, boo, when it off the head, I'ma need like two Nigga rich, what that make you? I'ma trigger chick, my belt, my proof Now what you want? I'ma shut this down, Niggas try to front like I don't run this town Niggas try to front like I don't wreck this shit, Nigga, hide the blunt, I smell the piff While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling with foreigners, my hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras Got bread to blow, got a mean 16, turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team I'm making hits, like, back to back, y'all cute and shit, y'all try to rap Get stupid, chick, how you trying to act, I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques I'm nigga rich, boy, what you rep? No nigga business, no nigga checks, Cartier They say snakes in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm 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 the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Lexus Lewis, Lauren Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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