CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Clientele
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Might give the young n***as the work, I need a pool pit
A1 diamonds o me, I don't rock that bullsh*t
I'm in the trap house with a scale, and a full clip
Here the plug on the [?] that's why I'm hood rich
19 and had my first out of state plug
South Memphis n***a, smoking west coast bud
Couple of my partners Crips, but my connect was a Blood
And na I ain't Pac, but I get California love
My first loss I ever took, I lost 80 racks
But I doubled back [?] make that 80 back
Straight up out the gutter, smooth as butter, taking chances
And na I ain't never seen no motherf**kin advance checks
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantel on the phone, plug on the other line
I got cone at the door, tell you n***as to stand in line
And every 5 minutes I'm steady peeking out the blinds
Na I ain't got no deal, for the last damb time
Everything I got, n***a I scraped out the gutter
Meeting with my team, call that a million dollar huddle
It's OK to like her, but you never posed to love her
After I hit that b*t*h, I send my n***a to f**k her
Extra loud sh*t, got my phone blowing up
Watching 106 and park smoking Kush and pouring up
I'm at my trap house, working out dead fresh
match my belt, pistol match my flesh
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Might give the young n***as the work, I need a pool pit
A1 diamonds o me, I don't rock that bullsh*t
I'm in the trap house with a scale, and a full clip
Here the plug on the [?] that's why I'm hood rich
19 and had my first out of state plug
South Memphis n***a, smoking west coast bud
Couple of my partners Crips, but my connect was a Blood
And na I ain't Pac, but I get California love
My first loss I ever took, I lost 80 racks
But I doubled back [?] make that 80 back
Straight up out the gutter, smooth as butter, taking chances
And na I ain't never seen no motherf**kin advance checks
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantel on the phone, plug on the other line
I got cone at the door, tell you n***as to stand in line
And every 5 minutes I'm steady peeking out the blinds
Na I ain't got no deal, for the last damb time
Everything I got, n***a I scraped out the gutter
Meeting with my team, call that a million dollar huddle
It's OK to like her, but you never posed to love her
After I hit that b*t*h, I send my n***a to f**k her
Extra loud sh*t, got my phone blowing up
Watching 106 and park smoking Kush and pouring up
I'm at my trap house, working out dead fresh
match my belt, pistol match my flesh
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
Cliantele on the phone, plug on the other line
that's where a n***a got signed
