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dj mustard - no reason كلمات الأغنية

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

[verse 1: jeezy]
i’m in that (?) smokin’ like a marley
(?) so loud soundin’ like a harley
(?) in my hand but it ain’t a phony
n-body 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
(?) ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
my doors open up backwards, no way
no use talkin’ like you still f-ck with jose
(?) got some bad b-tches f-ckin’ with my fungsway
so much rose gold, got th-rns on it
half a million dollar car for no reason
and we keep the clubs full like the four seasons

[hook: yg]

[verse 2: nipsey hu$$le]
i’mma ball on you n-gg-s, i’m takin’ all of they b-tches
now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us n-gg-
no facade my n-gg-, i’m zero tolerance n-gg-
over two things, my folks and economy n-gg-
n-gg-s gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me n-gg-
got a f-cked up -ss temper, i’d prolly kill ’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-gg-s 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 the (?)

[hook: yg]

[verse 3: rj]
they call me r motherf-cker
if you with your broad you should cuff her
i saw my momma i’mma need three feet
cause these b-tches want pictures, n-gg-s want somethin’ free
still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
slow poke, joe clark, n-gg- lean on me
crushin’ only codeine, i be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
dope fiend, a n-gg- 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-gg-s (?), you in love with that b-tch
n-gg-s die for a lick, shots till we equal
i made it out the sand but it’s still (?) pedro
i’m (?)

[hook: yg]

- dj mustard

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