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bus it to buss it New titties done, I been eager to touch them Woman the devil, don't know if I trust them Walking through customs in everything custom
every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent Behind
Cut from a different cloth And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans They cost so much usher Either way i'm caught up in materialistic Anything that's custom
Cut from a different cloth And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans They cost so much usher Either way i'm caught up in materialistic Anything that's custom
no plan I try to fit in I don't think that I can Beautiful or damned Demons with their angels Try and stay content While life is so unstable All
to the curbs Engagements risky Chancing arms Custom reach for what we push It's rock or roll up in these palms Money trees a place for shade Evading heat
in a jam, that's just who I am Customs just wavin' at us from the window They don't even come on the plane when we land Anyone else would retire,
They think that illegal's a synonym for negro Far away places, customs agents flagrant They think the dark faces smuggle weight in they cases Bags
from brass festival and from customs And from flour mills Wasa fete, fire fete and licensing fete and them had ah power pill Everybody gone nice
of herb in my brain I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts
being treated has a tendency to do, but Selections based on The nutrient content and healthiness of the meal Dark leafy greens, lean protein, only a bit
of herb in my brain I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts
Gravitate to teenagers artlessness' And sing it aloud.the content is trivial Its pillow talk is plagiarized by the gadgets of lust Just go to sleep, leave
die Why do I have to do extra ordinary things to feel alive Never spending time with the one who made it Never content with where I'm placed It's
PXL diamonds nigga custom made Hella bags in the bank for a just in case I might do it like I did a nigga bust a face Or spend what I could have
better now ? The USA plagued by mass shootings Ukraine invaded by Vladimir Putin Folk no longer go first footing That Hogmanay custom has long died So
content imagine that, five niggas flowing so passionate you spitting out middies ain't no passing that you niggas general haberdashery shawty gone drop
belle vie, ma garo se consume J'suis pas dans le custom, on veut les grosse sommes, pour ça, qu'on postule Faut faire du sale, tu m'as trahi, je me suis
plus you’re smooth as fuck All your projects have content you proved it such Don’t be humble nor subtle prime loosen up I swear you’re better than 99
Create anthems and watch em chant em The best yet they gon shrine me at canton Ohio, win title, spit vile First class stuntin with a custom style
my jam in her bread she like how I sex Know I got baggage front and rear I let customs go once I land Everyone feels satisfied but I’m not content I
gets Quick to forgive, never forget Cramping my style Something don’t fit Custom my cloth, everything stitched Who should I hit making a list
the slide from left to right But now I don't wanna dance Cannot depend on a man I slide her some bread in a jam, that's just who I am Customs just wavin'
the main you don’t ever need a Co star, When all is said and done let’s get back to the basics, Custom rose decor I been filling up the vases, You don’t
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