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letra de bottle service - yg

[intro]
mustard on the beat, ho

[chorus]
i’m that n-gg-, that motherf-cking n-gg-, n-gg-
i’m that n-gg-, that motherf-cking n-gg-
my b-tch that b-tch, she that motherf-cking b-tch
she got her own sh-t, natural, pretty, slim thick
i’m that n-gg-, that motherf-cking n-gg-, n-gg-
i’m that n-gg-, that motherf-cking n-gg-
my b-tch that b-tch, she that motherf-cking b-tch
she got her own sh-t, natural, pretty, slim thick

[verse 1]
you madder than a b-tch ’cause a n-gg- glowed up
i’m in a ‘ventador, this is not a lambo truck
i ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
you want a g for free? for free? what the f-ck? (what the f-ck?)

[interlude]
i’m tired of these broke -ss n-gg-s standin’ at the table
they wanna pull up and f-ck with the b-tches, but they ain’t buying no bottles
n-gg-, buy some motherf-cking bottles, you broke–ss n-gg-

[verse 2]
i can’t stand a broke n-gg-, i can’t stand a broke b-tch
five bands, ain’t all-ones, i just threw a whole fit
i’ma whole boss n-gg-, i keep me a boss b-tch
i write it down on paper, then i check it off the list
all day, i’m running plays, running plays, i’m running plays
ain’t got time to clean the house, b-tch, i got a maid
i came to make a movie, lil’ b-tch, i think i’m blade
i’m a movie star, tell the promoter i need a raise
i don’t talk in circles, no, this not a maze
i just f-cked a bad b-tch, ooh, i’m in a daze
no, i’m not a water boy, n-gg-, i’m in the game
put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
n-gg-

[interlude]
h-ll nah, h-ll nah, n-gg-, move the f-ck out the motherf-cking way
i’m tryna get to the n-gg-s with the bag, i’m tryna get flewed out
and not like that, but you look like you ain’t flyin’ out sh-t, n-gg-

[verse 3]
pull up in a drop top, uber, they ain’t even hot
she was a good girl, but i turned her to a thot
right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a glock
you can be the next 50, n-gg-, take these nine shots
you always got somethin’ bad to say, you a hater
you n-gg-s penny pinching, man, i’m itching for that paper
i want a big crib, gl-ss floors, elevator
i like that in-house p-ssy like flava flava
you in that baby mama benz, that is not a stunt
you swear you doing somethin’, man, your head is corrupt
get you a n-gg- like me, b-tch, i’m what’s up
i just had to take her to brunch, she let me f-ck

[interlude]
you talkin’ like you got the motherf-cking check, but is you cuttin’ it?
n-gg-, that’s your motherf-cking homeboy’s section, n-gg-
talkin’ all that sh-t with a g-shock on
got your phone out, recordin’ like a b-tch, n-gg-, put your phone down

[verse 4]
came through with a hunnid n-gg-s with me, i’m a leader
if he say he about to shoot the sh-t up, you better believe him
i’m a dog, i’m a lion, i’m a f-cking hyena
got it out the mud, you can’t get dirty ’cause you a diva
lil’ boosie in the speaker, so you know i don’t give no f-cks
yg hit your b-tch, i really hit it, wasn’t luck
the war cost money, n-gg-, get your dollars up
i’m buyin’ handguns, choppers and bulletproof trucks
still standin’ ten years plus, i really do this
pull your hair, hit it from the back, i really do this
diamonds dancing, got these b-tches jumpin’ to conclusions
“yg ain’t got a bag”, b-tch, is you stupid?

[interlude]
what kinda car you drivin’, n-gg-?
what kinda b-tches is you f-cking?
i’m a top notch b-tch and i like top notch sh-t
you better get your bag together, lil’ n-gg-

- yg

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