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Custom Made (Give it to You)
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[Lil' Kim]
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I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
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When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down
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Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
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Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
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At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me
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I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy
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You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you
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Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled
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They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
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Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world
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Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
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and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch
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Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X
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Goodness gracious, the papers!
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Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
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Nigga pass that!
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We rollin in tinted Nav's
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TV's in the dash, see we love the cash
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[Lil' Kim]
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To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
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(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
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And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
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Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
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and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops
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The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
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People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic
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My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
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I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
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that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
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"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
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Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
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Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
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Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
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Everything I get is -- custom made
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Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
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(The papers..)
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{*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*}
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Chorus 2X
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Custom Made (Give it to You)
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| lil` kim |
