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Drug War

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[Verse 1: Fed-X]
Fifty States!, yo
Guess who the dude the girls love him
Fed-X Fifty States I'm so custom
I'm like a Benz whip S-Class sports car
Hard top drop automatic road bar
Like a Continental R I'm rare
They call me another country so come catch me there
I'm international London and Spain
Jamaica, to the Philippines luxury planes
Did some time in Panama learned the laundering game
Plus my lawyer got an Einstein brain
Bubbled up on the stocks got it locked in the Ukraine for real
What would it take for Fifty to make a mil?
Not much, Fed Fifty States Warbucks
Debiassi if you know me the million dollar man
With the million dollar plan I got my gun in hand
I'm on the, run for real but my dogs don't squeal
It's the Mob

[HOOK]
Sorry I'm mad at you
You can come and walk in my shoes, in my shoes
That's what I had to do
Now everybody's singin' the blues, the blues

[Verse 2: Jacka & Rydah]
Smoke a lotta weed hardly ever get upset
You's a fly motherfucka if you got this in the deck
Baby all up on me slidin' slidin' up my neck
Ended up gettin' sucked started of wid a peck
Started off with the Burberry check on the Air Force
Who care's if ya head's hard, just gimme some neck
Gettin' way higher than you suckas expect
We the fuckin' Mob Figaz wid them treal ass reps boy

[Rydah J. Klyde]
And all we want is our issue, don't make us have to pull out pistols
He's tryna be good he's in the hood wid no lights on
Now I pick the size of my chrome I hope these bitches fit on
You know niggas ain't neh' had nuttin' ain't know how to act
I swing eights wid no Ls and all my shit don't rack
Got the latest gats Air Force Ones wid the gator strap
Danglin off the back and niggas hate us for that
And I love it, shit we need worldwide coverage
Swisher Sweet smokers Philly smokers Backwood, Dutches
Eastcoast Mid-West DownSouth hustlers
Mob Figaz baby we don't fuck wid suckas
Nigga have you ever grind can you roll wid the punches
If ya, dyin' to shine you'll be dead in some months if
I gotta put you on uhuhuhuh on and
Nigga where was you when I was hustlin' in the stormin'

HOOK
(2x)
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Fed-X

Fed-X

About “Custom” by Fed-X

Read the complete lyrics to "Custom" by Fed-X from the album "Drug War". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"Custom" is performed by Fed-X. from the album "Drug War" This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "Custom", explore more songs by Fed-X using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

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"Custom" is credited to Fed-X. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Custom" appears on "Drug War".

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