2 Chainz - LAND OF THE FREAKS lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz - LAND OF THE FREAKS lyrics]
Dat Boy Cassius nonstop
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
Got so many cars, I'm like
"What I need that Benz for?" (yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like
"What I'm gon' pretend for?" (yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with
No motherfuckin' billfold (No)
And you know I'm kickin' shit
Like a fuckin' field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fish sticks
Six whips times two, I'm cold, swine flu
Must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch
She came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella
Head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school
A motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn)
Mind on me (No) , so don't worry 'bout mine
I smoke and get vibes look at my eye
(yeah) , I can't decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin' broke
I hope that shit a disguise (yeah)
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
Freak on my Zodiac
You must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told
Me a seventy-five, lil' bitch
I want me a quarterback
I am indulgin' in oysters
I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car
Came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back
Picnic (yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold
Your career started fizzin'
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's
To see my vision ok, deliverin' a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
Got so many cars, I'm like
"What I need that Benz for?" (yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like
"What I'm gon' pretend for?" (yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with
No motherfuckin' billfold (No)
And you know I'm kickin' shit
Like a fuckin' field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fish sticks
Six whips times two, I'm cold, swine flu
Must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch
She came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella
Head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school
A motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn)
Mind on me (No) , so don't worry 'bout mine
I smoke and get vibes look at my eye
(yeah) , I can't decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin' broke
I hope that shit a disguise (yeah)
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
Freak on my Zodiac
You must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told
Me a seventy-five, lil' bitch
I want me a quarterback
I am indulgin' in oysters
I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car
Came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back
Picnic (yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold
Your career started fizzin'
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's
To see my vision ok, deliverin' a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks
I hop on the beat her body on fleek
My pockets obese my partner gon' eat
My partner a G we straight out the street
Home of the Braves land of the freaks