Lyrics:
young brotha if you need that
Go get a play brotha if you need that
Custom crib custom drip custom everything custom sound
Scarlett heir no we don't
Me got e custom whip with the window them tint so you cyah see inna it
Cause inna the bim back me a touch them bitch
Ye me trick it and touch it and me
to me
Street life out my window
City-made breeze gonna stroke my skin though
Dropped a lot of words on an old brick wall,
Rob a lot of banks, got
To the window
To the motherfucking wall, bitch!
Yeah!
Three, six, nine, damn she fine
Hoping she can suck it to me one more time
Get low
Get low, get low
Clientele up flooded all
Met a plug, then I met a plug
I'm the only drug dealer on the wall
Mutual gun
Shot up the Quan
Baby cool Don from mutual bond
that write light, leave blends
Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got
Bolt off, but got clocked
Legendary here, custom
AND
FOUR ON THE FLOOR
-DIAMOND SHAPED WINDOWS,
CUSTOM MURALS
-MIRRORS ON THE CEILING,
-CARPET ON THE FLOORS
-CARPET ON THE WALLS
-INSIDE ANYTHING GOES
aces, no calls
Easy action on the walls
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels
Burns, Hofner, white flats
All together feeding back
No
Just shake it, you can break it, you can hang it on the wall
Out the window, catch it 'fore it roll
You can shake it, you can break it, you can
this ain't you're ordinary subwoofer no
Knocking down the pictures off the wall
I keep it crackin' in my trunk
Destroy your whole hood with that thump
moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they
moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they
The ghost moon sails among the clouds,
And turns the rifles into silver,
On the border.
On my wall, the colours of the maps are running.
>From Africa,
moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they
purposely
My first owner was a stock broker up on wall street
He went on a balling spree
Bought a crib up in the Hampton's and another down in the keys
He
Yeah Yeah
Summer's Ours
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came
Yeah Yeah
Summer's Ours
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I
In other news, there is going to be a free for all on Wall Street, once again
Rules, and requlations, go out the window
Wall Street applauds
My name
Chorus
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
and a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
and a dead man tells no
a sweet death in the arched arms of deep space astronautical sleep, counting floating sheep in her window seat , her seat belt fastened for her own
You can give her all you got that bitch still gone walk away
Trey you blind as fuck what you can see the writing on the wall
You been telling us that
of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
All my goals have shifted
Custom clothes they fitted
All the windows tinted
Hold up wait a minute
All my niggas with it
Now hold up lemme come
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