2 Chainz - Land Of The Freaks

      [Intro]
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Dat Boy Cassius
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      Nonstop

[Chorus] x2
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I hop on the beat
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Her body on fleek
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My pockets obese
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My partner gon' eat
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My partner a G
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We straight out the street
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Home of the Braves
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Land of the freaks

[Verse 1]
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Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah)
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Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' pretend for?" (Yeah)
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Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
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And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)
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Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
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Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
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Yeah, gold, all on my grill
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Yeah, gold, all on my chest
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Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
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Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
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Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
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Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
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Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
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Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
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Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine
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I smoke and get vibes
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Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
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Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm           Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm              Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm                    Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm            Cm
Land of the freaks

[Verse 2]
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Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
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I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil' bitch, I want me a quarterback
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I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
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I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
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She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
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Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
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Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
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Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin'
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You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision
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Ok, deliverin' a dealership
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Go so much, need a membership
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My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
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And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah

[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm           Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm              Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm                    Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm            Cm
Land of the freaks