Gucci Mane — My Customer

[Intro: Gucci Mane] R-I-P to Michael Jackson Live at the brick factory Moonwalk, Screwop Guwop [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (He my customer) Your old lady come and get shit free (She my customer) You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers) Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers) You my customer, damn she my customer He my customer, damn they my customers Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler To you, your baby brother To me, just a customer [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci Man, I'm coming through customs and bails, I'm bustin' 'em Shoutout to my momma, I love her, I got my money up Niggas, they be hating, they be discussing us when your money up How you figure Gucci Mane owe you man you ain't front me none Gucci Man, I take a problem, you just a customer Niggas never thought we would make it, man they didn't fuck with us Juice man tote a bag of problems, apartment full of baby bottles AK peekin' out the blinds, it's like we playin' cops and robbers But fuck the coppers and fuck the robbers It's Big Guwop, your pusha man, I solve your problem Look out on the roof, lookin' at you with binoculars Arachnophobia, four drop spiders Guwop got options [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (He my customer) Your old lady come and get shit free (She my customer) You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers) Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers) You my customer, damn she my customer He my customer, damn they my customers Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler To you, your baby brother To me, just a customer [Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh] Fresh you hanging with a young nigga [?] Got bong off in my drawers ain't leavin' 'til ain't nothin' left [?] man and how the hell this bitch gon' sell? Man the block its hot as hell Man I'm servin' clientele Waist down, 39 shells, pull up get it detailed Fish scale got my phone ringing And you know my neck blinging All these bitches on me feindin' Talking money, they on my penis Buying rolly street money Worldwide, nigga we eatin' [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (He my customer) Your old lady come and get shit free (She my customer) You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers) Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers) You my customer, damn she my customer He my customer, damn they my customers Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler To you, your baby brother To me, just a customer [Verse 3: Jose Guapo] I got it on my own, uncle got it out the bowl Pots and stove for the low You know everything must go, [?] and hoes The truck gone roll, it's outta control Everything is served Thumbing through it, steady making plays while I'm sippin' syrup They dealin', they dealin', they dealin' The Trap House is gonna make a killin' Got money all under the mattress and hundreds, they all in the ceilin' I'm fuckin' on all of these bitches I make 'em do all of my business I make 'em make all of my plays I make 'em do all of my dealings [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (He my customer) Your old lady come and get shit free (She my customer) You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers) Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers) You my customer, damn she my customer He my customer, damn they my customers Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler To you, your baby brother To me, just a customer


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