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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, a lit gas stove (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn the booth (Booth)
brand new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, ride an later, coo (Coo)
for two, she got a mass of Basker boots (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to down the Goose (Goose)
I'm another land (Hey)
in demand, though (Hey)
Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan (Hey, hey, hey)
Country like a
Shawty I'm just sayin,
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more seein a candle (Hey)
Microphone (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty school and band notes (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, hater never clash
Outer-space, fast
I'm a A. Leon

When them country boys come out, at
go up, in flight
Nothing eyes, have seen
What do you know, me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
With my top down on top pedigree, yeah

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, slug a homer
CLINK- outta here
buns got nothin on us
I'm a boy, still good on the corners
Uhh, got a Caddy like a (Uh)
And I ain't foolin you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty this, engine got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and serve the kit
Now we ridin they do it on the fourth planet
Y'all talk funny, we don't understand it
Like a drive on the sidewalk;
Smack ya granny on the ass, I'm so
I'm so candid, make ya say it
I don't get "Wasted", I get so
Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so
A. Leon snap his fingers, we so

When them boys come out, at night
go up, in flight
Nothing your eyes, have
What do you know, me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you about me
my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah

3]
They think they know me, but got no idea
even see me, high as I feel
You know how we be, on some kill
I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all about the
Better keep ya eyes peeled, plus the wheel
Better pimp that space-ship with the verti-cal
Got the big ol' wheels, to tell me how I feel
I her Miss Pig and she stay in them high heels
We swervin through the galaxy in a alternate
You how the Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity
We travel at a speed to charge up my battery
Bottle and a bag of weed, now nobody catchin me
You how Nappy be, you know how the boys do it
You we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Leon Craft just landed, you he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off country-fried backwoods, outer-space music

When them country come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in
Nothing your eyes, have
do you know, bout me
Yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
With my top down on top pedigree, yeah

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