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[Verse 1 - A. Leon
A. Leon Craft, South cold (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 so much Patrone, I had to turn down the Goose (Goose)
I'm from another (Hey)
Highly in demand, (Hey)
Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan though (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 school and hip-hop band (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, ways never clash
Outer-space, fast
I'm a A. Craaaft

When them country boys come out, at
Space-ships go up, in
Nothing eyes, have seen
do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you know me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
Uhh, yeah, what you about 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- outta here
buns got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, good on the corners
Uhh, got a like a space-ship (Uh)
And I ain't foolin you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty race this, got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and the space kit
Now we ridin like they do it on the planet
Y'all funny, we don't even understand it
Like a drive on the sidewalk;
Smack ya on the ass, I'm so man-ish
I'm so candid, make ya say it
I get "Wasted", I get so damaged
Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so
A. Leon his fingers, we so vanished

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

3]
They think they know me, but they got no
Can't see me, high as I feel
You know how we be, on country-fried kill
I'm from the side of De Ville, and we all about the real
keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel
Better pimp that space-ship the verti-cal grilles
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 in a alternate reality
You how the Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity
We travel at a faster speed to up my battery
Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't catchin me
You know how Nappy be, you how the boys do it
You we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Leon Craft just landed, you know he stay (Cough-cough-cough)
Off country-fried backwoods, outer-space music

When them boys 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, you know about me
With my top blowin on top pedigree, yeah

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