Gucci Mane - My Customer (ft. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Gucci Mane - My Customer (ft. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Gucci Mane - My Customer (ft. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo) (Lyrics - Paroles)
(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

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Gucci Mane

Titre: My Customer
Featuring(s): Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo
Tags : Gucci Mane, Yung Fresh , Jose Guapo,
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