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SNAKE IN THE GRASS - BLACK MAMBA Lyrics



SNAKE IN THE GRASS - BLACK MAMBA Lyrics




When I'm workin' with that fire, don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn, you out
Here tellin' lies
One day you gonna learn, learn, learn, you hangin' on my shine
Wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn, bitch I'm on the grind

I'm hot, I make em burn, burn, burn
I'm workin' with that fire, aka the heater
My gun is a lame man f*ckboy eater
I drank a liter, rollin' up that reefer

Bitch want a steak, I just had enough of pizza
I'm the nigga who can turn a thot into a diva
I just wanna please ya, I don't wanna feed ya
Niggas think it's over, then I came right back

Your girl like this, or the bitch like that
When you say my name, make sure you add respect
I'm from Cali Park, but I smoke like I'm Jamaica
Haters run they lips, keep my name out your mouth

Keys for the low, ain't no motherf*ckin' drought
Turn off my feet, have your seatbelt fastened
Use your blinker or your ass gon' be crashin'
F*ck the dumb shit, ay, beefy get the coupe

Coach stealin' from me, it's a hill to the moon
I'm workin' with that fire, don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn
You out here tellin' lies, one day you gonna learn, learn, learn
You hatin' on my shine, wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn

Bitch, I'm on the grind
I'm hot, I make em burn, burn, burn
Jumped in the game, then I signed up with Ag Cap
I just like to smoke and see them bitches ass clap

Nigga on Instagram, postin' like a female
He a bum nigga, I don't wanna go in detail
Meet me anywhere, guarantee I be there
Nigga, I'm a goddamn shark, and I'm all up out my seashells

We called your phone, but ain't nobody pickin' up
A hundred thousand dollars, man, we spend that shit like 50 bucks
I'm stackin' on my drip, on some OG ball shit
Boy, you ain't gon' do nothin', nigga, on the south shit

Wake up in the mornin' and I turn on my pimpin' on
I walk up, man, whippin' your ass with my slippers on
Ain't no competition, we the motherf*ckin' truth
Shot through your house, bullets came through your roof

Niggas tellin' lies, just like Pinocchio
I'm workin' with that fire
I ain't f*ckin', I'm workin' with that fire
Don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn

You out here tellin' lies
One day you gonna learn, learn, learn
You hatin' on my shine
Wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn

Bitch, I'm on the grind
I'm hot, I make them burn, burn, burn
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When I'm workin' with that fire, don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn, you out
Here tellin' lies
One day you gonna learn, learn, learn, you hangin' on my shine
Wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn, bitch I'm on the grind

I'm hot, I make em burn, burn, burn
I'm workin' with that fire, aka the heater
My gun is a lame man f*ckboy eater
I drank a liter, rollin' up that reefer

Bitch want a steak, I just had enough of pizza
I'm the nigga who can turn a thot into a diva
I just wanna please ya, I don't wanna feed ya
Niggas think it's over, then I came right back

Your girl like this, or the bitch like that
When you say my name, make sure you add respect
I'm from Cali Park, but I smoke like I'm Jamaica
Haters run they lips, keep my name out your mouth

Keys for the low, ain't no motherf*ckin' drought
Turn off my feet, have your seatbelt fastened
Use your blinker or your ass gon' be crashin'
F*ck the dumb shit, ay, beefy get the coupe

Coach stealin' from me, it's a hill to the moon
I'm workin' with that fire, don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn
You out here tellin' lies, one day you gonna learn, learn, learn
You hatin' on my shine, wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn

Bitch, I'm on the grind
I'm hot, I make em burn, burn, burn
Jumped in the game, then I signed up with Ag Cap
I just like to smoke and see them bitches ass clap

Nigga on Instagram, postin' like a female
He a bum nigga, I don't wanna go in detail
Meet me anywhere, guarantee I be there
Nigga, I'm a goddamn shark, and I'm all up out my seashells

We called your phone, but ain't nobody pickin' up
A hundred thousand dollars, man, we spend that shit like 50 bucks
I'm stackin' on my drip, on some OG ball shit
Boy, you ain't gon' do nothin', nigga, on the south shit

Wake up in the mornin' and I turn on my pimpin' on
I walk up, man, whippin' your ass with my slippers on
Ain't no competition, we the motherf*ckin' truth
Shot through your house, bullets came through your roof

Niggas tellin' lies, just like Pinocchio
I'm workin' with that fire
I ain't f*ckin', I'm workin' with that fire
Don't let that motherf*cker burn, burn, burn

You out here tellin' lies
One day you gonna learn, learn, learn
You hatin' on my shine
Wait your motherf*ckin' turn, turn, turn

Bitch, I'm on the grind
I'm hot, I make them burn, burn, burn
Thanks for watching
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Writer: JAMAINE DRINKS
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Performed By: SNAKE IN THE GRASS
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: JAMAINE DRINKS

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