Custom Made (Give It To You) Lyrics
first*30 seconds woman: moans as beat slows down I*
gets right to the point -- no time to play around When
it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down Bust
shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay
me on time or I gots to take mine At
first I seem friendly but; that's just in me I
warn you -- when I blow it, gets a little windy You
make me wanna fight you I, ain't nothin like you Y'all
"Paper Thin ",my shit recycled They
call me Lil' Kim a, k.a.Cover. Girl Sometimes
I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz
buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails And
awwwww shit, I, got it all in this bitch (Chorus)
gracious the, papers Where!
the cash at Where? the stash at Nigga?
pass that We!
rollin in tinted Nav's TV's
in the dash see, we love the cash To
all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I
ain't mad do, your thing mami )!Get that cash And!
all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave Fightin.
over blocks and who got the best rocks And
"Goodness gracious ",the struggle never stops The
things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People
fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My
Billboards is nice one; day gon' be a classic I
fuck with dudes with, "Members Only" jackets That
sleep on brass beds with, money for a mattress "Gettin'
Money" bitch and, I roll with dimes Take
pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos
down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin
niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything
I get is -- custom made Niggaz
wanna, get laid I; gotta, get paid (The
*starts moaning again before the chorus (Chorus)*
*keeps moaning while beat fades out
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