Clinetele Lyrics

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Selected song name: Clinetele
Singer Name: Eddy Baker
Lyrics written by: Eddy Baker

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Popular I’m poppin’ b*t*h
I’m c*cky and I’m arrogant
Rolling up this broccoli im higher than a rocket ship
Healthy Boyz we dropping hits
You ain’t climbed you stand b*t*h
I’m on some super sonic sh*t
PoPo up and down the block asking I ain’t saying sh*t
Posted in the trap
Used to flip some packs to pay the rent
Only want them dollars I ain’t grinding in designer sh*t
All black hoodie, Old as f**k
Kicks look like a piece of sh*t
Used to be stuck at the house
But now I’m always taking trips
Went beast mode up on the damn
I swear that I’m a f**king pit
Got a little buzz now I swear I think that I’m the sh*t
B*t*hes on the d**k
N***as swear I think that I’m a pimp
F**ked up on some drugs
More than buzzed swear that I’m a trip
Posted with some thugs keep the snub burner on the hip
I don’t show no love
Real sh*t
That’ll get you killed
Out here on my lonely so it’s f**k how a n***a feel

2 QP’s I flipped that myself
N***as say they smoking loud and rolling
B*t*h you asked the right price b*t*h i might sell
Cell phone boomin b*t*h I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*t*h I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*t*h I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*t*h I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*t*h I got clientele


Say it’s a drought in the east but not in my section
finessin’
Hold it where my n***a quick hold don’t charge with possession
Where they ain’t even search ya car
That was a blessing
I got plenty clientele to my new commission
Now I’m strong boomin hard why I keep up protection
Send them shottas to ya spot you get juked just for flenchin’
Getcha killed in a second keep playing detective
Swear if I f**k with you I f**k with you the long way
You double cross me then the scene turn into a cold case
I don’t serve no n***a no bruh you gotta meet me
Come try some shista sh*t
You see that thang in 3D
Four half an ounces b*t*h watch how quick I get rid of this
Now I’m the hustle god you just can’t tell em make the sh*t
B*t*h you gon’ touch on me tryna see how real n***as feel
Don’t trust too many hoes cause they plotting to get ya killed
So don’t come playing in these streets if you wanna live
Número uno to this sh*t don’t bring heat where ya live
Playing for fields on the real type sh*t I can’t forgive
They came with bread with two men and that sh*t how it is
On the low and you a ho know that fa sho n***a
Spending money on me ho gon’ wind up broke n***a
I’m just a hustling a** dope smoking water
She get a glimpse of Black Smurf and she expose a n***a
But on the real I’m just tryna make my money triple
While smoking weed cruising round on a bicycle
These n***as mad cause I’m no longer f**king with em
See it’s just me and my squad screaming f**k the system