Land Of The Freaks Lyrics

LAND OF THE FREAKS - 2 Chainz

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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?" (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 picket (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, 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 (goddamn)

Mind on me (no)

So don't worry 'bout mine (don't worry 'bout mine)

I smoke and get vibes (smoke and get vibes)

Look at my eye (yeah)

I can't decide how to describe (huh)

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 (oysters)

I bought my shawty a cluster (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 (yeah)

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