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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Leon Craft, South Pole (Cold)
Up my flow, like 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, an hour later, coo (Coo)
Space-ship for two, she got a mass of Basker (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to turn down the (Goose)
I'm from another (Hey)
Highly in demand, (Hey)
Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey)
Country like a
I'm just sayin, though
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than seein a (Hey)
commando (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty school and hip-hop band (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, ways never clash
Outer-space, super
I'm a A. Craaaft

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, slug a homer
CLINK- You're outta
buns got nothin on us
I'm a boy, still good on the corners
Uhh, got a Caddy a space-ship (Uh)
And I ain't with you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty this, engine got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and the space kit
Now we ridin like 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 his fingers, we so vanished

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

3]
They think they know me, but got no idea
Can't even see me, as I feel
You know how we be, on country-fried kill
I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all 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 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 know how be, you know how the boys do it
You we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Leon just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space

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

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