Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Custom Made (Give It to You)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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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 aww, shit, I got it all in this bitch
Goodness 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
Goodness 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 papers)
Goodness 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
Goodness 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
Goodness 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
Goodness 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