Lyrics:
Try to rob me get the fully or the semi
Tell me what you want?
I got clientele, send it to me
I'mma get it off
Wake up early in the morning just
I got bells like trees on Christmas
Like Papa got them chickens
Got a red foreign bitch, she whip it
She can do, she can do the dishes
Clientele
The boss
Let me light this mediocre pressure up
Can't believe he got off like that
Bags
J, You Blanked On This One
I got clientele (Rrrrr) I got
Yeah
Wooo
You know what time it is
I aint new to this
Im true to this
Ya heard
Wooo
Wooo
I got clientele
I got clientele
No matter where im
how to wrap a bale, yeah
Got a triple beam scale
I got clientele
I got clientèle, yeah
I got clientele
Got a triple beam scale
I got clientele
I
autre moyen d'brasser
Assez rigolé, il faut décoller
J'ai écouté mon cœur
Tu vas consommer, tu vas dépenser
Ton salaire oui encore
Clientèle
Nigga for the thrill
Real Real niggas for the thrill
I'm a boss ass nigga call me clientele
Real Real niggas for the thrill
I'm a boss ass nigga call me
d'questions
Plus j'fais du biff plus j'deviens distant
Chacun pour soi et Dieu pour tous chacun son destin
J'dois prendre soin de ma clientèle
J'fais du
Drop it on scale (Scale hunnnn)
Drop it on the scale (Scale)
New money all Day loyal clientele (Clientele clientele clientele)
Drop it on the scale
It time to open up the shop my niggas we got clientele
It don’t matter where we at we gone catch a sale
Always got that killa on use u can tell by
Clientele got me so wavy
Every other day I’m with a different lady
Clientele got my phone rocking
Every other day I think I’m going shopping
I never went Hollywood I've been in the trenches doing my thing
Bro used to scrape the hell out the pot now the clientele's changed but the phone
glory
Hustlin', grindin'
Re-up put work on consignment
Then cash in
My clientele is swell
I flood the streets like the sewers let loose
Know my
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is
Je sens comme un courant d'air, entre les jambes de ta mère
Elle qui t'a porté en elle, préfère sa clientèle
Je sens comme un courant d'air, entre
that cell
Before you come at me better check my clientele
I ain't with the shooters but I know 'em real well
They rock with the gang ain't afraid to go
you dyin'
Bitch!
My clientele
They make hair stand from the toes up to the neck
My clientele
They make the party rock from the bottom floor to the deck
Je sens comme un courant d'air, entre les jambes de ta mère
Elle qui t'a porté en elle, préfère sa clientèle
Je sens comme un courant d'air, entre
clientele
I ain't gon leave from where i'm from cause you can't die in hell
I be with slimes day one niggas sign me to ysl
Lil bitty boy shot at your crew
fail (Can’t fail)
What you need, got clientele (Tele)
I got big boy stacks (Stacks)
Stuff it in my Gucci bag (Oh yah)
Strip the mall we poppin’ tags
Not even my clientele
Not even my clientele hell
Shit crazy man Emkay
I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas
F*** la vie en rose
Moi j'vois la vie en vrai
J'ai passé des millions d'heures
A compter l'argent du beurre
Voir passer la clientèle
F*** la vie en
on the scale
I roll exotic in a leaf, you know we got clientele
I got more stripes than a ref
I be doggin' all these bitches, ain't no playa, I'm a slayer
Ain't
clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even
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