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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

Hey somebody tell Ramone we some more of that Patron
Tell get more of that Rosei
We ain't to play tonight
Street

1: Fabolous]
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get messages to her phone
Couldn't less if you was gone
The took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the with the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then pass the sour to a
You seen her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops it's goin'
This little heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay or I swipe the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso what it like?
Let's get it in

[Verse 2: Paul
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of Kush that I in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my does
I tell you cause
You better keep it her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

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[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
got the police we got bling around us
West Philly I'm reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds at these bitches like eye lids
Nice little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch was shark skin

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Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles