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custom juice - s13 (cge) lyrics

[verse 1]
i told bro lets lurk, trust me darg we ain’t throwing up two ls
go grab that dinger, grab that dotty, fill it up with two bellz
how many times did the mandem slide on a ride like mario cart with sh-lls
how many times did i weigh that light but ijj had a grinner on scale
greased up nines, long -rs- dottys and spinners as well
i can tell you ’bout circo vans and holding cells, free my jiggas in jail
cah i know how it gets in front of the judge when you know that you ain’t getting bail
when you know that you ain’t getting bail
yeah i’ll screw my jigga, mr. twin trigger or he might have his chopper
bro was like “s you’re hard, you gotta do music proper”
but how can i chill in the booth i gotta drill on these youths i’m really tryna pack me a opper
this b-tch in my crib and she know what it is deep down she know she a popper
and if u f-ck with the pagans no conversation still on copper
i’m far from lidge thing on my hip me i can’t stop for a copper
and if i see a opp in my rambo distance his top i’mma tear it up
bro just stepped in the booth we all spit the truth and he teared it up
southside newham pepper or 3 main really tryna air it up
n-ggas wanna diss on cj, first things first, let me clear it up
that’s my little bro but i swear that he weren’t involved
so all this talk like you’re smoking on opps, rude boy you ain’t smoking on a soul

[chorus]
custom loose, custom who, get round there, spill custom juice
my man said he’s the prince of the 6 but he got chinged in custom too
(x3)

[verse 2]
let me just switch it, samurai swords, rambos and kitchens
man just twist it, twin barrel dots yeah and we got things with clips in
slide on your block, glide on a opp, tryna wipe out a mans existence
suttin’ got smoked in becky, won’t know it’s us cah yeah the whip was tinted
they’re scoring own goals and talking crud, the man there make me laugh
me and m should’ve caught up with kojo, had a headstart, he was way too fast
filthy ducked down, i was p-ssed, ask lil’ bro i would’ve shaved his clart
i ain’t spreading no love like cupid but i’m tryna push it in paigons heart
these n-ggas they’re making me mad, how they wan’ rap ’bout gang, they ain’t on man
i remember it was me [?] f2 with smoke in the cab
lucky that the ting dere jammed or your head back dere would’ve got slapped
doing this sh-t from young, these new plates can’t chat to the gang
these n-ggas they hitting civilians then they wan’ diss on my lil’ bro cj
young dizz dun begged for his life
how the f-ck he survive, part 2 3 me
where he should’ve been, like your mum, you would’ve been
this beef gets heated, no cookery
on my gang, you couldn’t be
i was in school, fl!cky in my blazer, really tryna catch me a chinging
got kicked out, me and lil o on the strip, that’s two rambos twinning
don’t chat ’bout dsav, jumped on this year, little man are you kidding
go to the opp boys party like cowards the opps dem hidden
about time would tell
let me tell you what times gonna tell
how many opps gonna drop and die
how many my lot gonna go jail
how many times am i gonna get nicked
and the judge just deny that bail
well i guess that’s back to the wing with mackerel whipping it cells

[chorus]
custom loose, custom who, get round there, spill custom juice
my man said he’s the prince of the 6 but he got chinged in custom too
(x3)

- s13 cge lyrics

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