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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 to be here for?'
Got so much money, I'm like 'what I'm gon' pretend for?'
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold
And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal
Yeah, gold, all on my picket
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, 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
Mind on me
So don't worry 'bout mine
I smoke and get vibes
Look at my eye
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 indulging in oysters
I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything 'cept 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
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career steady fizzin'
You gon' need four pair of Cartier's to see my vision
Okay, deliverin' a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock knee 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
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