Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - My Customer lyrics
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(Hook) Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers. Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers You my customer, damn, she my customer He my customer, damn, they my customers Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer (Verse) Gucci man, I'm coming through customs, and bills I'm busting 'em Shout out to my momma, I love her, I got my money out Niggas, they be hayley discussing, yo, where yo money, yo? How you think Gucci Mane owe you, man, you ain't frontin', nigga Gucii Mane not take pro'lem, you just a customer Niggas neva thought we would make it, man, they don't fuck wid us Juice Man brought a ton of pro'lems, 'partment full of baking bottles We keep looking out the glasses, like we playn cops and robbers But fuck the coppers, and fuck the robbers It's Big Guap, yo, pusha man, I saw your problems Look, I dunno who's looking at you wid binoculars Alright in the phobia, four drop spiders goo up in the fight, yo (Hook) If yo daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers. Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers You my customer, damn, she my customer He my customer, damn, they my customers Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer (Verse) Cause you hanging wit a yung nigga, gulping on a wrist fish Gallup on them on my draws, ain't leave until they ain't love Gramy sent me freezin', man, they hardly hit 'em, bitch gon' swole Man on block, he had it here, man don't serve a clash here Where's that 39 shit? Full of ghiddy detail Fish scale got my phone, ring it?! Ring ring, my lil' bling it?! All these bitches on me feenin'. Fucking money, they on my penis?! On the road to squeeze money, world wide, nigga, we feenin' (You a customer coming back? Shit, I got it fo' sale) (Hook) Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers. Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers You my customer, damn, she my customer He my customer, damn, they my customers Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer (Verse) I got it on my own, uncle got it at the bowl, possing stowe To the low, you know everytime us go. Hustling hoe, the trap don't roll It's outta control, everything is served Coming through it, instead of making plays, right? I don't sip absurd! They dealin', they dealin', they dealin' The trap bugs, they gon' make a killin' Got money all under the matrice And hundreds, they all in the ceiling I'm fucking now all of the' bitches I'm make 'em do all of me business I make 'em make all of my playz I make 'em do all of my dealin' (Hook) Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers. Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers You my customer, damn, she my customer He my customer, damn, they my customers Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer