Waka Flocka feat. Cartier Kitten, Snakes In The Grass Lyrics from "Spring Breakers"
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Snakes In The Grass Lyricsby Waka Flocka feat. Cartier Kitten. From Spring Breakers Snakes In The Grass by Waka Flocka feat. Cartier Kitten Snakes In The Grass by Waka Flocka feat. Cartier Kitten They say flocka trippin shawty on that other shit I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Criss Cross bitch I ain't gonna cross over ARaab nigga move over They say I ain't gonna make so this yea, I gotta show ya Man I'm known in the hood for making that barf You know Flocka shot first liked John Star Forty nights forty days no Noah's Arc If we was living in water I be a shark I'm in the front you in the back like rosa parks got heart like rosa parks aye where the fuck to start don't gotta gun than I'ma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci bark Bitch we shootin over here no martial art OK man, for the go in man, real talk man I got nigga knowledge your girlfriend pussy got hella mileage I'm a street nigga so middle finger to a college They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch 12 Polaroid fans can't go to jail for shit I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch 12 Polaroid fans can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich Cart-I-er know what so hyphe in my ears pop right here Where that mirror dropped, I found yeah like that's hot Now where bread, I'ma need that, boo when it off the head I'ma need like two nigga rich what that make you I'm a trigger chick, my belt my proof Now what you want I'ma shut this down nigga Tryna front like I run this town Nigga Tryna front like I work this shit nigga hide the blunt I smell the pig While I'm tipped in corners I'm rolling with foreigners My hoe's be Brazilian, Sicilian, hondoriz Got bread to blood gotta mean 16 Turn the camera on, let me rep my team I'm making hits like back to back Ya'll cute n shit, ya'll try to rap get stupid shit, how you trying to act I'm stupid rich no platinum plaques I'm nigga rich boy what you rap No nigga business, No nigga checks Cart-I-er They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch 12 Polaroid fans can't go to jail for shit I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch 12 Polaroid fans can't go to jail for I got cars, ice, and Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich [Thanks to Caitlyn Rowland for lyrics]
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