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waka flocka flame - call me inky lyrics

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(feat. slim dunkin & wooh da kid)

they call me inky, inky
write on me, write on me call me
couple ounces of that purple got that sprite on me [x4]

r-red polo red rory my shirt they caught me horsin
baby bring three friends so we can have a foursome
i f-cked em to my anthem hard in the paint
f-cked her till the bed break
make that right leg shake
you know how i do
bring a couple friends through
lemme know if it’s cool
girl you a fool
how you ride d-ck
got me sweatin’ and sh-t

i’m on that gudda sh-t
man i need a gudda b-tch
triple cutz on da phone
i’m on that purple sh-t
i’m out
gotta take another sip

they call me inky, inky
write on me, write on me call me
couple ounces of that purple got that sprite on me [x4]

zoo’d cryst. at benihana’s
stop flexin
you be in a honda
squad in the king
the giant will spend about a hundred
they got that long bread
you got that short caine
only thing i miss is money and my court date

feel sick
need a checkup n-gg-
i can’t spend it all
cuz my check a n-gg-
dumpin the ball
better check up n-gg-
i don’t need no stress
my respect up n-gg-

i’m up early in the morning
get my cab before the cereal
said i gotta eat
but i ain’t talking cafeteria
imperial
killa cam in the cup
southside beat with the whammie in tha trunk
b-tches in the back
got my man’s in the front
baseball bat’s 3 gram 1 hun
this ain’t your ordinary pistol
semi with the drums
flocka smoke like he got a chimney in his lungs

they call me inky, inky
write on me, write on me call me
couple ounces of that purple got that sprite on me [x4]

4ozs of that drink
zoo me the sprite
bad b-tches all around
so we gonna f-ck tonight
a couple black
a couple spanish
got a cup a white
an’ they all jumpin d-ck
at the speed of light
she say she lov me
all because my body filled with ink
i think king filled em with crazy
need to see a shrink
lot of smoke
got a cup a yopps
and a cup of paint
got my mind trippin out
and i can’t think
i’m inked up
tell em write on me
no limit to my ink
call me master p
bsm boys
we worth a million
you standin at the bottom
that’s a f-ckin filler



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