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

[Verse 1:
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose the flowers on the bottle
I a few pulls then pass the sour to a model
You seen her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little nigga heart it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my

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[Paul
Loso what it look
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 Dior cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of Kush I brung in
until I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might get breakfast before I skeet
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your 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 forget her

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

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