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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care 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 roll
I got them white stones with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops it's down
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the 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 couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These Dior cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush that I in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you this
You better it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well 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, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab Jose 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 just reppin where I'm
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye
Nice little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the head like a
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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