Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, Wooh da Kid - Call Me Inky lyrics
[Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, Wooh da Kid - Call Me Inky lyrics]
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
R-Red polo red rory my shirt
They caught me horsin
Baby bring three friends so we
Can have a foursome
I fucked em to my anthem hard in the paint
Fucked 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 dick got me sweatin' and shit
I'm on that Gudda shit
Man I need a Gudda bitch
Triple cutz on da phone
I'm on that purple shit 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
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
(turn up) feel sick
Need a checkup nigga i can't spend it all
Cuz my check a nigga dumpin the ball
Better check up nigga i don't need no stress
My respect up nigga
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 wham in tha trunk
Bitches 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
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
4ozs of that drink, Zoo me the sprite
Bad bitches all around
So we gonna fuck tonight a couple black
A couple spanish got a cup of white
An' they all jumpin dick
At the speed of light she say she love 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 fuckin filler
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
Write on me, write on me
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
R-Red polo red rory my shirt
They caught me horsin
Baby bring three friends so we
Can have a foursome
I fucked em to my anthem hard in the paint
Fucked 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 dick got me sweatin' and shit
I'm on that Gudda shit
Man I need a Gudda bitch
Triple cutz on da phone
I'm on that purple shit 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
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
(turn up) feel sick
Need a checkup nigga i can't spend it all
Cuz my check a nigga dumpin the ball
Better check up nigga i don't need no stress
My respect up nigga
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 wham in tha trunk
Bitches 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
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
4ozs of that drink, Zoo me the sprite
Bad bitches all around
So we gonna fuck tonight a couple black
A couple spanish got a cup of white
An' they all jumpin dick
At the speed of light she say she love 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 fuckin filler
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me
Couple ounces of that purple got
That Sprite on me
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