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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her
Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the
I Take a few then pass the sour to a model
You might've her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass as a dinner roll
I got them white mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 that'll 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 heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso what it look
Let's get it in

[Verse 2: Paul
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These Dior cost about a stack
Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
the waitresses to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
of Kush that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where bitch was
Just a side effect of the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You better it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

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