Lyrics:
little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb.
We gotta install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators we gotta
your masterpiece
But you don't seem pleased
So here it is, custom made
You wrapped the world around your finger
Did you take on an endless tower?
girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down
Like, what the fuck? This ain't Burberry, custom brown
He
doors get opened for you
Custom lavender Tom Ford double breasted
Shoes Farragamo all black
I'm invested
Just cleared six figures off investments
Tax
mis dolce, uh
Por dentro un shield
Mis tenis no se doblan, no
Sin arruga en mi
No abrocho la agujeta, uh
Los mantengo así
Custom es mi yera, uh
Custom
I just take my xan
I know falling on my lean
내 손가락엔 반지
너가 없는것같이
So I just take my xan
I know falling on my lean
내 바지는 custom shit
너가 없는것같이
내 바지는
carros, yo quiero un millón
Y hacerlo con cuatro gatas encime del sillón
Yo tengo el millón, voy por el billón
Yo no quiero un millón
Custom no quiero
gettin' too clean
Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more
Nigga, I've been going through it as of late
Lot of people talk what
cutlass cruise
while you trick and by them shoes.
Cutless, Bronco, Regal to the drop-top.
Custom detail Cold Chillin.
Yeah, we don't stop.
Rolling yeah we
a rockearla ahora mi sonido esta custom
Voy a explotarla, un par van a tener un susto
Frixen en trap, es un problema como Houston
De otro planeta me
Pushin' chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but homie it's whatever
'Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream,
Norman
On est là pour ça
Smoking kush like in cali now
Hop on a whip and sqrr sqrr all around town
Baby we wilding out
Don't need a custom drip drip
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
punctuates the rhythm of romance.
I don't give a stitch if I don't get rich.
A custom tailor who has no custom
is like a sailor, no one will trust 'em.
But
(freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down
Like, what
and please don't touch
It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me
The way to make friends Andy is invite them up for tea
Open house, open house
Dancing the night away!
Isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we
I bought a brand new airmobile
'Twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal
With a powerful motor and a hide away wing
Push in on the button, you
Drug Squad
Ain't got nothing to declare
My luggage in my hand
I greet the customs man
No sir got nothing to declare
He waves me down to stop
Dancing the night away!
Isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we
my baby's
Gonna sell her soul again,
For a custom tailored lady-killer
They call Sugar Man.
I searched the backstreet barrooms,
And every cheap
and please don't touch
It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me
The way to make friends Andy is invite them up for tea
Open house, open house
vanilla
Everything rare, custom my gear
Everything rare, that flawless Piguet make 'em stare
I pour up that Act, I can't share, it's too rare, yeah
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