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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care 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 flowers on the
I a few pulls then pass the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a center
Lot of class got a ass soft as a roll
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 that'll make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the like 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 to keep the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of that I brung in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we even get breakfast before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know your bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You better it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as forget her

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[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the club but we don't get patted
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got bling us
West Philly I'm just reppin I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches eye lids
Nice cuban little with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She me jaws the watch band was shark skin

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