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[Intro]Chops on the track |
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Yeahhh[Verse 1 - A. Leon Craft] |
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A. Leon Craft, |
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South Pole cold (Cold) |
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Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove) |
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Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh) |
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Damn Clutch, my bad, |
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I'm bout to burn down the booth (Booth) |
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Bentley brand new (New) |
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Haters are too (Too) |
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Awol roof, ride an hour later, coo (Coo) |
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Space-ship for two, she got a mass of |
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Basker boots (Boots) |
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We drank so much |
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Patrone, I had to turn down the |
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Goose (Goose) |
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I'm from another land (Hey) |
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Highly in demand, though (Hey) |
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Louisville |
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Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey) |
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Country like a banjo |
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Shawty I'm just sayin, though |
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A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than seein a candle (Hey) |
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Microphone commando (Hey) |
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Ballin, I got handles (Hey) |
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Cross over shawty school and hip-hop band notes (Hey) |
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Brothership |
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Decatur, hater ways never clash |
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Outer-space, super fast |
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I'm a A. Leon |
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Craaaft[Hook] |
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When them country boys come out, at night |
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Space-ships go up, in flight |
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Nothing your eyes, have seen |
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What do you know, bout me |
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Yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah[Verse 2] |
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Yeah, uhhI get my |
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Louisville |
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Slugger on |
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Shawty thick, lookin good, |
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I'll slug a homer |
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CLINK- You're outta here |
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Mary buns got nothin on us |
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I'm a stick boy, still good on the corners |
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Uhh, got a |
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Caddy like a space-ship (Uh) |
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And I ain't foolin with you niggas, |
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I'm a racist |
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Shawty race this, engine got a face-lift |
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I took the 350 out and serve the space kit |
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Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth planet |
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Y'all talk funny, we don't even understand it |
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Like a drive on the sidewalk; |
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Outlandish |
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Smack ya granny on the ass, |
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I'm so man-ish |
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I'm so candid, make ya say damn it |
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I don't get "Wasted", |
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I get so damaged |
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Ron Clutch, get the ink, |
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I'm so granded |
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A. Leon snap his fingers, we so vanished[Hook] |
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When them country boys come out, at night |
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Space-ships go up, in flight |
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Nothing your eyes, have seen |
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What do you know, bout me |
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Yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah[Verse 3] |
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They think they know me, but they got no idea |
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Can't even see me, high as |
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I feelYou know how we be, on some country-fried kill |
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I'm from the south side of |
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De Ville, and we all about the real |
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Better keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel |
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Better pimp that space-ship with the verti-cal grilles |
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Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to tell me how |
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I feelI named her |
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Miss Pig and she stay in them high heels |
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We swervin through the galaxy in a alternate reality |
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You know how the |
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Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity |
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We travel at a faster speed to charge up my battery |
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Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody catchin me |
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You know how |
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Nappy be, you know how the boys do it |
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You know we get straight to it, then we run straight through it |
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A. Leon Craft just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough) |
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Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space music[Hook] |
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When them country boys come out, at night |
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Space-ships go up, in flight |
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Nothing your eyes, have seen |
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What do you know, bout me |
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Yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me |
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah[Outro] |
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This has been a |
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Chops production |
