Waka Flocka Flame - Inky (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) (at 0:59) 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 (at 1:21) 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 (X4) (at 1:58) 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 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 whammie 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 call me Couple ounces of that purple got that Sprite on me (X4) (at 3:13) 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 a white an' they all jumpin dick 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 fuckin filler Chris Benedict