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

[Verse 1:
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 like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the with the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls pass 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 mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
the guns cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little nigga beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

[Verse 2: Paul
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches I don't know how to act
These Dior shades cost a stack
Rich tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit my wrist does
I you this 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 up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty to hit up Opium
Fab told to bring the Rosey in
I bet these make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got bling 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 these bitches 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 me jaws the watch band was shark skin

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