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[Verse 1 - A. Leon
A. Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, like a lit gas (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to down the booth (Booth)
Bentley new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, an hour later, coo (Coo)
Space-ship for two, she got a of Basker boots (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to down the Goose (Goose)
I'm from 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)
commando (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, hater never clash
Outer-space, fast
I'm a A. Craaaft

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, slug a homer
CLINK- You're here
Mary got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, still good on the
Uhh, got a like a space-ship (Uh)
And I ain't foolin with you niggas, I'm a
race this, engine got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and serve the kit
Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth
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 his fingers, we so vanished

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

3]
They think know me, but they got no idea
Can't even see me, high as I
You know how we be, on some kill
I'm from the south of De Ville, and we all about the real
Better keep ya peeled, plus behind the wheel
Better pimp that with the verti-cal grilles
Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to me how I feel
I named her Miss Pig and she stay in them high
We swervin through the galaxy in a reality
You know how the Caddy be, defy the of gravity
We travel at a faster speed to up my battery
Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody 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 landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this country-fried backwoods, music

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

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