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with the hood rats then pop bottles

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of Patron
Tell Jose get more of Rosei
We ain't to play tonight
Street

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl took to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
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 or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 that'll make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops it's down
This little nigga heart it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the thing 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: Cain]
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
These Dior cost about a stack
Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of that I brung in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really 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 strip
You couldn't find her and you know where 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: Freck The
Twenty niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we 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 Jose to the Rosey in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
got the police we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just reppin I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the dark
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was shark

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