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

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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get messages to her phone
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl 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 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 roll
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
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 nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
a couple of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches I don't know how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
of Kush that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In city 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
Just a side effect of the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool quarter mill up in the 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 we got bling around us
West I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches eye lids
Nice cuban chick with the dark skin
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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