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[Verse 1 - A. Leon
A. Leon Craft, South Pole (Cold)
Up my damn flow, like a lit gas (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to down the booth (Booth)
brand new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, an hour 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 from land (Hey)
in demand, though (Hey)
Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan (Hey, hey, hey)
like a banjo
Shawty I'm sayin, though
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than a candle (Hey)
Microphone (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross shawty school and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
Decatur, hater ways never clash
Outer-space, super
I'm a A. Craaaft

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Slugger on
Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll a homer
CLINK- You're outta
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 do it on the fourth planet
Y'all talk funny, we don't understand it
Like a on the sidewalk; Outlandish
ya granny on the ass, I'm so man-ish
I'm so candid, ya say damn 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 your eyes, seen
What do you know, me
Yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
With my top down blowin on top pedigree,

3]
They they know me, but they got no idea
Can't even see me, as I feel
You know how we be, on some kill
I'm from the side of De Ville, and we all about the real
Better keep ya eyes peeled, behind the wheel
Better that space-ship 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 heels
We swervin through the in a alternate reality
You know how the Caddy be, defy the 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 know he zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this backwoods, outer-space music

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

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