the side Just ask for what you want cause you're the one, you're the costumer [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Customer customer customer Songz Let me tell you
Vuitton bandana on my face, Jesse James of da Rap game I'm takin Hovas place, if life was a crap game and I was delt da Ace Never wanted to be King just
: [Pito Wilson:] They keep coming, savage brown skin poors, across the custom checkpoints in San Diego Between Rack of cars on our freeways, they hang
WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM
Wants To Die For The Money Maybe He Wants To Kill For His Country Whatever He Wants, He's Gonna Get It! Tommy Gun You Better Strip It Down For A Custom
downtown ladies call him: "treetop lover," the studs they call him: "Sir" (Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown, meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town Badder that old King
New Orleans The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King
did change course since rippin it with Main Source Nine-one, nine-two, time flew Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule Younger frame, older
I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings They see me hoes acting like they seen a king With that mean
I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch don?t act like you don?t know I?m killing all these rap n-ggas Custom made caskets for
an early bird says nightsticks on the hit parade and he ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered and you'll track him down like a dog well it's a tough customer
So he can spot the rooftops as he's fallin' from the sky He's got a king-size toy bin, locks in all the latches And a big old custom air seat with a
Or Not Because U Disrespectin Me U N Ur Man B Shot [Refrain: Wyclef Talken] [Verse 3: T.I.] Went Frm Da King Of The South 2 Da King Of The States Ridin
: Who the hell you guys think you are, rockstars or somethin' Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah Limousines, champagne Get my clothes custom made I take handfuls of pills
When he put me there in the back seat, and he said Jesus save me Jesus save me Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say And he custom of destruct
my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king With that mean lean
