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Yg – Bottle Service Lyrics

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Mustard on the beat, ho

Im that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
Im that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
Im that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
Im that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

You madder than a bitch cause a nigga glowed up
Im in a Aventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I aint the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Im tired of these broke ass niggas standin at the table
They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches but they aint buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you broke ass nigga

I cant stand a broke nigga, I cant stand a broke bitch
Five bands, aint all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
Ima whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, Im running plays, running plays, Im running plays
Aint got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil bitch, I think Im Blade
Im a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I dont talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just fucked a bad bitch, oh, Im in a daze
No, Im not a water boy, nigga, Im in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga
Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
Im tryna get to the niggas with the bag, Im tryna get flewed out
And not like that but you look like you aint flyin out shit, nigga

Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they aint 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 the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, Im itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy 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 nigga like me, bitch, Im whats up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me fuck

You talkin like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin it?
Nigga, thats your motherfucking homeboys section, nigga
Talkin all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down

Came through with a hundred niggas with me, Im a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
Im a dog, Im a lion, Im a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud, you cant dirty cause you a diva
Lil Boosie in the speaker, so you know I dont give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasnt luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
Im buyin handguns, choppas 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 bitches jumpin to conclusions
YG aint got a bag, Bitch, is you stupid?
What kinda car you drivin, nigga?
What type of bitches is you fucking?
Im a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil nigga

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