
Snakes Waka Flocka Flame
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[Producer Tags]
Deedot Will
Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think?
[Chorus]
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
[Verse 1]
Grew around some snakes
They talking fake, we're going ape
Hop up out the car, shoot a pussy in his face
Young demons doing what I say
I told him double back with K's
Then I threw thirties [?]
I'm on booze, she's on perks
[?]
Pledge allegiance to [?]
Cross the line [?] run off
Nigga I don't know what's worse
I'ma put him in a hearse, R.I.P. T-shirt
Cut the grass for the snakes
You know we gon' bust a grape
[?] a shootout with some greats
I will never leave a trace
Run that check off like a race
I count a hundred, say my grace
Chasing money everyday
I'm from Clayco, Clayco, Clayco, Clayco
Deedot Will
Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think?
[Chorus]
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
I grew around some snakes, I was raised around 'em
[Verse 1]
Grew around some snakes
They talking fake, we're going ape
Hop up out the car, shoot a pussy in his face
Young demons doing what I say
I told him double back with K's
Then I threw thirties [?]
I'm on booze, she's on perks
[?]
Pledge allegiance to [?]
Cross the line [?] run off
Nigga I don't know what's worse
I'ma put him in a hearse, R.I.P. T-shirt
Cut the grass for the snakes
You know we gon' bust a grape
[?] a shootout with some greats
I will never leave a trace
Run that check off like a race
I count a hundred, say my grace
Chasing money everyday
I'm from Clayco, Clayco, Clayco, Clayco
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