Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Call Me Inky

They call me inky, inky

Write on me, write on me call 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

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

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