(feat. A. Leon Craft)
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[Intro]
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Chops on the track
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Yeahhh
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[Verse 1 - A. Leon Craft]
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A. Leon Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
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Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove)
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Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh)
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Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn down the booth (Booth)
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Bentley brand new (New)
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Haters are too (Too)
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Awol roof, ride an hour later, coo (Coo)
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Space-ship for two, she got a mass of Basker boots (Boots)
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We drank so much Patrone, I had to turn down the Goose (Goose)
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I'm from another land (Hey)
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Highly in demand, though (Hey)
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Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey)
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Country like a banjo
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Shawty I'm just sayin, though
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A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than seein a candle (Hey)
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Microphone commando (Hey)
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Ballin, I got handles (Hey)
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Cross over shawty school and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
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Brothership Decatur, hater ways never clash
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Outer-space, super fast
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I'm a A. Leon Craaaft
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[Hook]
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When them country boys come out, at night
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Space-ships go up, in flight
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Nothing your eyes, have seen
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What do you know, bout me
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Yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, uhh
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I get my Louisville Slugger on
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Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a homer
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CLINK- You're outta here
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Mary buns got nothin on us
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I'm a stick boy, still good on the corners
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Uhh, got a Caddy like a space-ship (Uh)
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And I ain't foolin with you niggas, I'm a racist
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Shawty race this, engine got a face-lift
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I took the 350 out and serve the space kit
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Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth planet
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Y'all talk funny, we don't even understand it
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Like a drive on the sidewalk; Outlandish
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Smack ya granny on the ass, I'm so man-ish
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I'm so candid, make ya say damn it
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I don't get "Wasted", I get so damaged
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Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so granded
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A. Leon snap his fingers, we so vanished
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[Hook]
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When them country boys come out, at night
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Space-ships go up, in flight
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Nothing your eyes, have seen
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What do you know, bout me
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Yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah
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[Verse 3]
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They think they know me, but they got no idea
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Can't even see me, high as I feel
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You know how we be, on some country-fried kill
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I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all about the real
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Better keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel
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Better pimp that space-ship with the verti-cal grilles
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Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to tell me how I feel
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I named her Miss Pig and she stay in them high heels
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We swervin through the galaxy in a alternate reality
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You know how the Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity
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We travel at a faster speed to charge up my battery
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Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody catchin me
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You know how Nappy be, you know how the boys do it
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You know we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
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A. Leon Craft just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
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Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space music
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[Hook]
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When them country boys come out, at night
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Space-ships go up, in flight
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Nothing your eyes, have seen
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What do you know, bout me
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Yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
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With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah
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[Outro]
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This has been a Chops production
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Know About Me
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