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