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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get near to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl shots 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 cover or a center
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
Till the guns
And you're 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 with two hos and Mac stains in my Rich

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Flirt with the hood rats then pop

[Paul
Loso what it look
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance checkin for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You find her and you know where your bitch was
a side effect of what 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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with the hood rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the but we don't get patted down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got them mad
cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches make a around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds at these bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the head like a
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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