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Dee Lee

Diane Catherine Sealy (born 6 June 1961), known as Dee C. Lee or Dee C Lee, is a British singer. Born to Saint Lucian parents, she grew up in south-east London. Early in her career, she was a member of the British band Central Line under the aliases Dee Sealy in 1981 and Dee C. Lee in 1983. She was a backing singer for Wham!, then released her first solo single, "Selina Wow Wow", in 1984. She started working with the Style Council in 1984, while continuing as a solo artist. more »

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Ayy, niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell
Niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell

Gettin' money, give a f*ck how my old bitches feel
Remember nights when I ain't eat , that's why I'm chasin' meals
Ayy, I'ma rock out independent 'fire I take a deal
Lil' ratchet bitch get out her body when she take a pill
Ayy, let me see you drop somethin
One in the head, no I ain't scared, I bet I pop somethin
Contradictin', ridin' around with sweepers tryin' to mop somethin
Momma know I get it i, my neighbors mad, my block jumpin
Young nigga got real motion, these hatin' niggas can't stop nothin
I was doin' down bad, dead on my ass
Why would I stop stuntin'?
Hit a hoe from the back, rippin' her tracks
Told the bitch, stop runnin
Mr bust down the pack
I ain't gon' tax nigga, come cop somethin
Uh, ayy, yeah
Look, I was broke than a  bitch down on my dick
Now I got deep pockets
I done ran it up quick
Why would I quit, nigga, I see profit
Few hoes I need options
Rubber bands, don't need wallets

Niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell
Niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell

Niggas ain't got clientele
Uh, look
I hit that curb and serve that gas, my new bitch call me shell
This hoe ain't f*ck with me in class, I told her time would tell
And now she tryna throw that ass just cause I'm rhymin' well
I been playin' defense, don't give me a reason
Coolin' with a freak bitch, she just wanna eat it
New hoe go to NSU, she sayin' I'm a demon
Tryna pull a Bentley Coupe hope my old bitches  see me

Ayy, niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell
Niggas ain't got clientele
Ran it up like might as well
Puffin' za, I'm high as hell
F*ck school, I'm buyin' bells
I hit my dawg like what's the word
He had to drive the mail
Even though my last ho was a bird
My new bitch fly as hell

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