Lyrics:
No-go showboat no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Well I got a wild custom that wins every show
But it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Yeah but
We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
Chill, y'all niggas know what time it
of bliss
And a kiss goodnight leads to another kiss
It's an old custom for a boy and girl to embrace
In some secluded place
LIttle mister cupid never
write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'customed to going through customs
You ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all
too hard let's get into some fun shit (drop down)
281 to my city, heard you had trouble at customs (drop down)
Your girl got a DUI, I'll make
TV's in here then where I live
And it don't make no sense but bay I'm the shit
And everything I flip you know is something serious
I got the custom
she land she nah go feel like no stranger
Carry us beyond we similar in behavior
Them no understand our customs and we flavor
Need a natty dred to be
Sretan Bozic
And Happy New Year)
To you
Though the customs may change
And the language is strange
This appeal we feel is real
In Holland or Hong
Je connais Pablo (Pablo) Mollah Omar
Le vrai Mollah Omar
Il est minuit sur la Audemars
La chaîne est custom (custom) toute black
Je rappe comme
And they ask how you get like that
Girl, how you get them jeans to fit like that
How you get them custom made kicks like that
All I can tell em' is, It's
(What's that she just said Shaan?)
Bad bitch when I'm up in the function
Johnny Dang on the chain, it's custom
Walk through when I'm lookin' like
gettin' through customs
And my livin' room new, everything in there custom
And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em
Fools need better luck,
from eviction
Belichick, yes, that's the motto (that's the motto)
See me ridin' through customs in custom models (custom models)
Mood, my attitude is
the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I want to get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly
on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
make a
selection that's just right for you and just right for your budget.
And say, don't forget to pick up your free gift: a classic deluxe
custom
to be rude boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
Chill,
twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims
I got the baller genetics baby it's evident
You see a player
Glides and Road Kings
Deep in my hindsight
You do it right or don't do it at all
Put that candy paint on it
Ride them twenty-threes homie
Custom seats,
a broke bitch
I always got crack, I tell ‘em to smoke this
I'm in that custom coupe, 650 drop
Eighty thousand down, off the lot
White tee with the ice
flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance
Write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't
a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.
But that this
feelin' geeked, my lawn still got them custom seats
I'm burnin' on Tahitian Treat, my Detroit shooter look like Veeze
He don't mind, he'll quickly
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