Land Of The Freaks Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Dat Boy Cassius 

Nonstop 

[Chorus] 

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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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 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, 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 (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) 

Photos 

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