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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the pressures 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 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 white stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This little nigga heart it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a
Left with two hos and Mac stains in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso what it look
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 about a stack
Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really only concerned with her 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 even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know your bitch was
Just a side effect of the shit around my wrist does
I tell you this
You better it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as forget her

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[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
street niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Fendi Aviators real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches eye lids
cuban little chick with the dark skin
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the head a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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