Lyrics:
new name
We was taking trips
Young rich niggas they found a lane
Bouncing from the strips
Onyx pink slips with custom paint
Oh you don't remember
let me
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
aller le 4 temps sur ma custom
C'est l'beau-frère qui m'en parlait tout l'temps
Pis moi j't'influençable c'est pas mêlant
T'aurais du voir la face à ma
my custom fit
Most y'all ain't accustomed with
I remember my Robitussin sips
When I had no one to lean on
Now We chilling out in Lyon
I'll never
on it
Custom fit, new whip, designer kicks, I'm down on it
Bad bitch, she super thick, she with the shit, I'm down on it
I'm down on it, I was fucked up,
So lucky you, you got a custom continental
And so I can take the space up on your nightstand
(I can take it face down)
I'm no dollar dollie
Got
a kathi,i be killing all you sappi
said she like to eat food but she got no money
mix thanni fix heart, got new money zip locked
brand new custom drip too
Custom af one's they got the neon light up under
I feel like azula how I hit em with the thunder
Brand new bb Simon I just wear it for a day
Call me
меня самый свежий rizz
Сука fill up my clips
Сука давай мне низ
И покажи hard skills
Я ща в custom шмотках alright
Я ща в custom шмотках alright
Мои
that custom new in season
I woke up and im seeing dead people
Bodies on the floor, bad bitches spread eagle
Molly on the floor, coco stains
New Bag
I been sitting in a new bag
No you cannot find this anywhere else
This is custom
This is a one of one
New Bag
I been sitting in a new bag
No
Zip three hundred
However you want it
Or more if i got it
Just make sure the shit in your budget
Nigga we love it
We cop it at custom
Ain't come
Zen, loyalty and LSD
I love you, you love me, driving slow angelic breeds
F.O.G., custom jeans, ray ban shades and pretty feets
Clean up nice, this
You ain't find no realer
We drug dealers
Go figure circle like glorilla
Custom the chinchilla
Custom the look
Book me on the best stages arenas only
fitted
Only custom-made, baby we gon' run this city
When I step into the game, I ain't taking pity
I'd run everything might as well come take your city
No
truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (city up)
Custom the things, custom the wings
I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up
Cover the
Front cover magazine
been cooking for a while now, late night, dirty grinding, now everything designer
Custom made like I am, you know I'm ready, look at me and see you know
on me I need no stylist
Where I’m from lacs come custom swang low mileage
Where I’m from turn trash to treasure like some pirates
Where I’m from split
with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure
Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs nigga
Roll the custom built shit, I bust them clips
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?
Make your own custom croutons
Make your own custom croutons
First you're gonna need a little bread
I prefer to use at least two kinds
Cut the bread
uncle went to
Summer camp for racketeering action Bronson
Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
Sleep on satin bed sheets
With the custom threading
Tossin'
at?"
Steerin' wheel on the right side
And we in the backseat on auto-drive
Everything she wear is custom, mm (custom)
She don't gotta go through
the vision comes
I have no resistance
It's one of several iterations
It gets hard to keep track
On your custom Kawasaki
With the stinger on the back
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