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Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need more of that Patron
Tell Jose get more of that
We come to play tonight
Fiddadidadamm

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care 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 seen her on the cover or a fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got white stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops it's goin'
This little heart 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
what 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 like 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)
the waitresses to keep 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 checkin for a
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we even get breakfast before I skeet
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the club
You couldn't find her and you know your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my 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 niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the but we don't get patted 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 bitches 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 bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the dark
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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Flirt with the hood rats then pop