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mustard - no reason lyrics

(mustard on the beat, ho)

[chorus: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
n-ggas start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
n-ggas start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club
100 bottles in the club for no reason
n-ggas start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[verse 1: jeezy]
i’m in that b-tch blowed smokin’ like a marley
jewelry so loud soundin’ like a harley
bottle in my hand but it ain’t a 40
if n0body get shot then it ain’t a party
versace on my feet, versace on my belt
i’m at the road dealer, i don’t need help
and the sh-t that i’m packin’ make the seat melt
chopper ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
my doors open up backwards, no way
no use talkin’ like you still f-ck with jose
h-lla avion, perrier-jouët
got some bad b-tches f-ckin’ with my fungsway
so much rose gold, got th-rns on it
got em’ staring at my chain like there’s p-rn on it
half a million dollar car for no reason
and we keep the clubs full like the four seasons

[verse 2: nipsey hu$$le]
i’mma ball on you n-ggas, i’m takin’ all of they b-tches
now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us n-gga
no facade my n-gga, i’m zero tolerance n-gga
over two things, my folks and my economy n-gga
n-ggas gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me n-gga
got a f-cked up -ss temper, i’d prolly k!ll ’em
and i ain’t the one to start it but i’d prolly finish
if i don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
look ya’ll n-ggas should prolly listen
all i’m speakin’ is real sh-t, i should start a religion
ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
when you see us in the club, all these bottles and b-tches
f-ck it, i got money for the case
i got money for the ace, i got money for an eighth
i got money in the safe
’bout to pull it out and drop money on a wraith

[verse 3: rj]
they call me r motherf-cker
if you with your broad you should cuff her, sh-t
that’s on my momma i’mma need three feet
cause these b-tches want pictures, n-ggas want somethin’ free
still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
slow poke, joe clark, n-gga lean on me
crushin’ only codeine, i be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
dope fiend, a n-gga screamin’ out the label
put you on the set or i can put you on the payroll
hanging off the roof like what’s up with that b-tch
suckin’ me and n-gga’s coupes, you in love with that b-tch
n-ggas die for a l!ck, shots till we equal
i made it out the sand but it’s still san pedro

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