Lyrics:
That's my homie
That's my broski
That's the gang
We don't bang
Blue bimmer
Switching lanes
Custom car
Custom paint
Custom frames
Got a degree and I
your house
This cost more than your car
Vroom vroom
Pussy custom made
Pussy custom made yeah (damn)
Pussy custom made
Pussy custom made
Pussy never
niggas we ball with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure
Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs nigga
Roll the custom built shit, I
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
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
customs
'Cause I'm cool
'Cause I'm cool
'Cause I'm cool
'Cause I'm cool
'Cause I'm cool
It's 'cause I'm cool
'Cause I'm cool (I'm cool)
Yeah I'm
U.S. Customs
Let me in
I got a thing for rhyming
No pen
LDN is cool
But I'm out of here
I'm so tired of saying that I am out here
Someone get me out
1, 2, 3 change it up (custom made)
Take it off the rack (custom made)
Then re-arrange (custom made)
I gotta flip the style 'til it feels right
Change
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
worried Bout you
Aint worried what ya saying
You aint even that cool
Getting to a bag make it do what it Do
Having hella money
Cars clothes and shoes
Heard
1 2 3
Change it up - custom made - take it off the rack - custom made
Then re-arrange - custom made - make it fit for me - custom made
My
of these niggas they sleep in they car
To make ends meet they gotta really go far
Cause money is what need to get pussy and power
Niggas don't do customs
Who the hell you guys think you are
Rockstars or somethin', oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, limousines, champagne
Get my clothes custom made
I take
Turn the X into a Batmobile rip, yeah
I can't wait 'til a nigga get to stuntin'
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs
Turn the touchscreen
neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe
Got a pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stay
Man I'm cool, gettin' paper, and a custom
(oh, yeah)
Diamonds on me look like some glass shattered
My bitch's ass fatter, keep a nigga hard (oh, yeah)
Cars got some custom seats, they can
And he's just got this energy that cannot be compared
Looks around all anxious, like he doesn't want to be seen
But when he steps out of the car, I can't
Who the hell you guys think you are, rock stars or somethin'?
Oh, yeah!
Limousines
Champagne
Get my clothes
custom made
I take handfuls of pills
dream addition
It come true like my custom made
Me be wishin' what to do
Custom made G.I. Joe with the hand grenade
Custom made cool refreshing sip
cannot control the beast
Hop up on the beat and eat this shit
I'm fuckin sick split my spliff then I'm on the move
I'm just a cool nigga that mean I'm
gone, song
You don't like the prestige that I have in life.
You don't like the notoriety.
You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have
in the states,
Out of town plates, just to make it look great.
I need a haircut, plus a car wash.
I get out the car and they take their bra's off.
me show you really I am
Look, look, I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it
I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it
Baby sister got a car
lying if I said I ain't hit it at least nine of my friends
Plus I got so much candy paint in my rims
Paint be flying off a car I'll be candy painting
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