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Waka Flocka Flame - Snakes In The Grass (Official Music Video - Director's Cut )
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cartier Kitten
Cartier Kitten
Vocals
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
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

[Verse 1]
They say Flocka tripping, shorty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch
I ain't gon' cross over, hey rap ****, move over
They say I ain't gon' make it, so this year I gotta show you
Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucka bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark
Forty nights, forty 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, hey, where the fuck to start
Don't got a gun then I'm gon' use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci barked
Bitch, we shooting over here, no Marshall Law
[Verse 2]
Okay, man, I'm finna go in, man
Real talk, man
I got **** knowledge, your girlfriend pussy got hella mileage
I'm a street ****, so middle finger to a college
[Verse 3]
They say snake's in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust a bitch
Twelve pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes, shorty, I'm **** rich
[Verse 4]
They say snake's in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust a bitch
Twelve pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes, shorty, I'm **** rich
[Verse 5]
Cartier, no why, so high think my ears popped
Right here where that Lear drop, hopped out, yeah, like that's hot
Now where the bread, I'ma need that, boo
Want it off the head, I'ma need like two
**** rich, what that make you
I'm a trigger chick, my belt, my proof
Now what you want, I'ma shut this down
**** try to front like I don't run this town
**** try to front like I don't wreck this shit
**** hide the blunt, I smell the pigs
While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling in foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
Got bread to blow, got a mean sixteen
Turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team
I'm making hit's like back to back
Y'all cute and shit, y'all try to rap
Get stupid chick, how you tryna act
I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques
I'm **** rich, boy, what you rep
No **** business, no **** checks, Cartier
[Verse 6]
They say snake's in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust a bitch
Twelve pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes, shorty, I'm **** rich
[Verse 7]
They say snake's in the grass, so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can't trust a bitch
Twelve pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes, shorty, I'm **** rich
Written by: J. Malphurs, L. Carter, L. Lewis
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