Lyrics:
my name on the packing list
Designed and custom built with a lifetime guarantee
Delivered by your mama, you were made for me
You can flirt with all
Mi and Miss Ivey son
Inna two custom built Allen Iverson
Suit a baby Kobe Bryany dat mi buy mi son
And true mi have a gal a Foot
Locker everyday she
on the chin
The passion and pleasure, reactions untethered
I can see the artist in the ambulance
Was writing a story, custom built for me
And we could be more
It's all waiting for you, it comes on surreal
Custom built just to screw through your head and heels
Get up you fuck, you know this time it's coming
from the filthy
Swelling with guilt
Question my existence
Why am I to be custom-built?
Fuck my parts, been discontinued
Fuck, I hope my mind don't wilt
a voodoo Barbi. A tiny surprise. Custom built and just the perfect size.
I got a voodoo Barbi waitin just for you. I got a voodoo Barbi for anything you
amount in the Swiss account
To give you thrills and nothing more
But my Volkswagen is hardly a custom built Ferrari
You want first class but I pump gas,
amount in the Swiss account to give you thrills and nothing more.
But my Volkswagen is hardly a custom built Ferarri.
You want first class but I pump
Custom built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Ooh, are you ready girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?
Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Give it
the bliss
Of her sweet hydraulic kiss,
Has anybody seen my gal?
Lovely shape, custom built,
Squeeze her wrong and she says "tilt",
Has anybody seen my
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
Custom-built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Oh, are you ready girls?
Oh, are you ready now?
Whoa, yeah
Kick start my heart, give
Custom-built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Oh, are you ready girls?
Oh, are you ready now?
Whoa, yeah
Kick start my heart, give
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
anybody, somebody
Someone custom built for me
I want some
I need some
Whole lotta lovin' satisfaction guaranteed
I wake in the morning
And wrap my
nigga
It was custom built for all niggaz like you
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
See you in the afterlife nigga, wherever
you refuse to accept that shit
But it's okay
Nigga shut the fuck up and get in the box nigga! (wait! please!)
It was custom built for all niggas
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
Cry me out don't want no tears by proxy
Shedding skin for snakes you tried to use
Custom built with no one left to fit you
Too used up from hot
I just wanna know that you love me
I don't need that house custom built, painted white
With a wrap around porch and a swing
I don't need
freak-out rocket
Ooh, aah, a pink guitar
Custom built sensation, yes, you are
Champagne furs and caviar
Hey, Jane Mansfield, superstar
Hold it, let's
Fuck your fucked directives
God, I want a new invective
Custom built to form-fit you
Say it to your face
If I get to choose
I'll take
got a
Custom-built house with the waterslide
From the top floor to the living room Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy
Big booty
You can
asks me questions
Off the opiates, i nod
In a telly overseas
I'm in France with a broad
All my clothes made, custom-built
They from Milan call my twizzy
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