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letra de custom goons - tony blackz (custom house)

[chorus: tony blackz]
custom loose
custom loose
man step with my custom goons
white bandanna’s but we ain’t really calling no truce
pressuring who? there’s no way you’re pressuring us
still putting skengs in four door trucks
custom loose
custom loose
man step with my custom goons
white bandanna’s but we ain’t really calling no truce
pressuring who? there’s no way you’re pressuring us
still putting skengs in four door trucks

[verse 1]
ring; trap
i’ve got leng [?] ringing me down for a six of each
she gotta link me ’round the back of the flats
’cause you know when you got the best of both, these cats start moving all mad
that’s facts
hand’s on waps and shanks
then launch an attack (bow!)
tape off strips
fly back down to the bits and light up spliffs (light up)
chocolate darling, thick, excuse me, miss
i ain’t tryna be rude
i ain’t tryna take the p-ss
but, i think you should leave your fella
come get down with a 16th member (gang)
you know mans down for the cause
p-ss me the wap and leathers (p-ss it)
mask on, too—i ain’t tryna catch no sentence (no way)
i just saw jakes on butchers row, so i had to cut through clements (back road)
man had that thingy on me, if i could got with this, you know it would have been peak
six-to-three; the least
that’s h-lla bang up, gym four times a week
in canteen sheets
but, i ain’t tryna go back there (no)
feds in the rear
fling it in gear
houdini ting, watch me disappear (gone)
houdini ting, watch me disappear

[chorus]
custom loose
custom loose
man step with my custom goons (gang)
white bandanna’s but we ain’t really calling no truce (no way)
pressuring who? there’s no way you’re pressuring us
still putting skengs in four door trucks
custom loose (bow!)
custom loose
man step with my custom goons
white bandanna’s but we ain’t really calling no truce (no)
pressuring who? there’s no way you’re pressuring us
still putting skengs in four door trucks

[verse 2]
i dare one of them to push my b-ttons
and see me get ’round with the russian
are you buzzing? (what?)
one man army—i don’t need no brothers or cousins
how many times have i got ’round stratty
really tryna pack me a patty (where?)
still get round cg, too
anything blue get shh
you know that was custom loose
this beef ain’t ending—we ain’t calling no truce
i ain’t gonna stop, i ain’t gonna get stop ’til i see all of them f-ckboys on the news
them n-gg-s, they lying on tunes (stop lying)
all for the sake of views?
there’s no way i could make these youtes
this beef could never be even (no)
still lighting up champion
still smoking on–
and slide ’round there for any old reason
give me a reason to leave man bleeding
everyone bad on the net, everyone bad on the net ’til we come ’round there and leave man bleeding

- tony blackz custom house

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