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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then pass the 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 stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung Joc-in' in the
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
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[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
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance checkin for a freak
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might 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 where your 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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Flirt with the rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got them mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
thirty about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
blinkin' at these bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was shark

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Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles