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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get near to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl 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 the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a center
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
the guns cockin'
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay or I swipe the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and Mac stains in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso what it like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
a couple of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These Dior shades about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
the waitresses to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two steppin' to the
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast I skeet
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You find her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my wrist
I tell you cause
You better it with her
nigga if I hit her
You might as well her

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[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street niggas iced up and down
Hit the but we don't get patted down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got them mad
cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty to hit up Opium
Fab Jose to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm reppin where I'm from
The got them bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the band was shark skin

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with the hood rats then pop bottles