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Start with some then pop bottles
Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her
care less if you was gone
The girl took shots to her head like she wear on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the on the bottle
I Take a few pulls pass the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a fold
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 blockin if you
the guns cockin'
And you're Yung Joc-in' in the
Get the cops goin' down
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip
You find her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you cause
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

Start with some shots then pop
Flirt with the rats then pop bottles