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Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd If I offend I´m ... tit Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd I don´t think my

hit 'em, yeah you got to be kidd'n. Wanna talk about a victim

Come on in we love our clientele You're here to taste revenge

name was Captain Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed ... My name was Captian Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed

And then everybody loves the clientele I'm the type to not follow ... And then everybody loves the clientele Now it doesn't even matter ... And then everybody loves the clientele What front? Back, I'm

Better thank your brain-dead clientele for all the money that you'll

pretty She's waiting for her clientele She works hard for the

And the lonely hearts club clientele don't know what to do with

Handicapping dogs for the clientele A different pick for each

wanna know who does my hair, clientele is so elite I'm in love with

hate affair With his racist clientele A central location for you

a night for Biggavel' More clientele, more bubbly and bigger tele

and parliaments to pacify my clientele We're all mad here That's

scissors for stuntin on that kidd who neck look like lizard

inhale exhale I heard your clientele is doin well I see you

Just a whole bunch of work clientele of them fiends Man tell them

They like to touch mail My clientele like to rent out hotels No

uh, pretty girls that's my clientele Phone calls, my accountant

mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or

gallery connected, get the clientele to form Suck a demon for a

been gone And all of my clientele just hit my phone for the

the charts I serve my same clientele Cause these cars unmarked I

line, get smoked I don't kidd, or joke F***in' with my B.G

city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life A nigga

than whores with chivalrous clientele This can't be real I must

lanes My weed game green, clientele is swell It's Cool like LL

we overcharge the wealthy clientele ALL THREE Let's open up a

with j's' in a huddle my clientele love me, I don't have to

the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones

clothing line is crazy The clientele is amazing Got a

I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I

where he sell Was betta than clientele My niggas was gettin' big

we overcharge the wealthy clientele We'll open up a restaurant

did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some

even gave up shake to keep my clientele tight Before long I had

No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol

burn baking soda pourin' The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

even with wet work Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network