Clientele Lyrics

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Clientele

Rich The Kid

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, clientele, clientele, clientele
I got bricks I don't need no scale
I'm the plug bitch I got clientele

crazy, my bands gone crazy
In the kitchen water whippin' cause I got clientele
I don't need a scale, shift it to the metal
Got all white bitch I ain't tellin' no tale
50 bricks in the ceiling and I ain't talkin'
Big blunts Jamaican
True Religion pants got 50k in em'
Foreign bitch like
Maserati
Money real old like Bill Cosby
Droppin' bands in Lennox while you shoppin' at the hobby lobby
My ice, real cold like Spring water
Bitch I am the plug I can take your order



I got bricks I don't need no scale
Get knocked out and gettin' no bell
Still East side
That Southside cartel
Them hoes love how I roll
Keep bad bitch on their toe
I got the bitch of your dreams
But that's soft
My watch cost bout fourty
They came with a Glock fourty
You reach for it, you seek for it
We're breaking new, top stories
Them bricks truck we roll up then we hop out
Know a couple real niggas got real money hit rock bottom

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