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letra de love my clientele - acey qadr

[intro]
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)

[verse]
i think i love my clientele and not n0body else (not n0body else)
if i got my clientele, don’t need n0body help (no)
i ain’t even smoke the weed, it still made me smell (gas)
i got coke and heroin, i’m finna go to h-ll (okay)
i don’t even want her p-ssy, everything for sale (okay)
i even got the fruit juice, you worry about your health (wow)
i’ll make a broke b-tch pay, i’m worried ’bout myself
it’s h-lla dubs on the table looking like some kale
i’m in love with the money, but i don’t steal (i don’t)
i know some n-ggas that’ll rob, but they won’t k!ll (they won’t)
growing up, i ate canned food and oatmeal (for real)
throwing up in high school, i used to do pills
i’m a drug dealer on front, n-ggas, i don’t trust you
but every time you f-ck with me, i’ma plug you (on my mama)
i’m selling drugs everywhere i go, it’s off the muscle
i’m showing love to my day ones, bro, i got you (i got you)
if i ain’t there, there’s other n-ggas at the spot too (it is)
the boys see me bust a knock, but i got loose (skrrt, skrrt)
a n-gga standing by my car, that is not proof
they’ll testify on the stand and it’s not true (they will)
i be late to a jugg and it’s not cool
you want some weird broke sh-t, i’ma block you
i’m selling weed to the daughter and the mom too
i buy p’s from the son and sell his dad juice
i can’t sell my ebt, i don’t eat fast food
and now i’m trapping by choice, i used to have to
fifteen, bagging up fives in the bathroom
you got that look in your eyes, i’ma ask you
[outro]
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)
(i love my clientele, i love my clientele)

- acey qadr

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