Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Custom , by - The Jacka. Release date: 31.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Custom |
| Fifty States!, yo |
| Guess who the dude the girls love him |
| Fed-X Fifty States I’m so custom |
| I’m like a Benz whip S-Class sports car |
| Hard top drop automatic road bar |
| Like a Continental R I’m rare |
| They call me another country so come catch me there |
| I’m international London and Spain |
| Jamaica, to the Philippines luxury planes |
| Did some time in Panama learned the laundering game |
| Plus my lawyer got an Einstein brain |
| Bubbled up on the stocks got it locked in the Ukraine for real |
| What would it take for Fifty to make a mil? |
| Not much, Fed Fifty States Warbucks |
| Debiassi if you know me the million dollar man |
| With the million dollar plan I got my gun in hand |
| I’m on the, run for real but my dogs don’t squeal |
| It’s the Mob |
| Sorry I’m mad at you |
| You can come and walk in my shoes, in my shoes |
| That’s what I had to do |
| Now everybody’s singin' the blues, the blues |
| Smoke a lotta weed hardly ever get upset |
| You’s a fly motherfucka if you got this in the deck |
| Baby all up on me slidin' slidin' up my neck |
| Ended up gettin' sucked started of wid a peck |
| Started off with the Burberry check on the Air Force |
| Who care’s if ya head’s hard, just gimme some neck |
| Gettin' way higher than you suckas expect |
| We the fuckin' Mob Figaz wid them treal ass reps boy |
| And all we want is our issue, don’t make us have to pull out pistols |
| He’s tryna be good he’s in the hood wid no lights on |
| Now I pick the size of my chrome I hope these bitches fit on |
| You know niggas ain’t neh' had nuttin' ain’t know how to act |
| I swing eights wid no Ls and all my shit don’t rack |
| Got the latest gats Air Force Ones wid the gator strap |
| Danglin off the back and niggas hate us for that |
| And I love it, shit we need worldwide coverage |
| Swisher Sweet smokers Philly smokers Backwood, Dutches |
| Eastcoast Mid-West DownSouth hustlers |
| Mob Figaz baby we don’t fuck wid suckas |
| Nigga have you ever grind can you roll wid the punches |
| If ya, dyin' to shine you’ll be dead in some months if |
| I gotta put you on uhuhuhuh on and |
| Nigga where was you when I was hustlin' in the stormin' |
| HOOK |