Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paisano's Wylin', artist - Andy Mineo. Album song Never Land, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.01.2014
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Paisano's Wylin' |
Swerve |
Banzini |
Uhh |
Fugetaboutit |
Paisano’s wylin |
Paisano’s wylin |
Paisano’s wylin |
Paisano’s wylin |
Uhh |
Red wine on errthing |
Red wine on errthing |
Red wine on errthing |
Last call, it won’t cost you anything |
I stay wylin |
I stay wylin |
I stay wylin |
Paisano’s wylin |
Banzini |
Say I won’t rock Fubu, sucka |
I don’t do what you do, sucka |
Waka Flocka Waka Waka |
Westside like I’m 2Pac-a |
(Westsiiiide!) |
Hrrrrrrrr like I’m Chewbacca |
(Star Wars, boy!) |
Hrrrrrrrr like I’m Chewbacca |
Yo, I might just throw a Buddha round my necklace |
They think paisano’s wylin, that boy reckless |
Cuz erryboy rockin Jesus pieces |
I’m just doin what y’all doin, wearing stuff I don’t believe in |
Yuuup |
You don’t need skill for new rap |
Check the first verse |
You know I proved that |
Takin them selfies, girl why would you do that? |
You know it’s wack, and I do not approve that |
I said red wine I don’t mean where the booze at |
I’m talkin an offer you just can’t refuse that |
On a swag boat, I’m the captain |
You can walk the plank for the yapping |
Boooooooi! |
Hey yo, rappers carry my mother’s groceries, dawg |
Out of respeeeeect! |
Thirty chains around my neck |
Mr. T and velour sweat |
I got em like what’s next? |
I’m gonna be like an acappella |
Social Club be them good fellas |
Only good cause He met us |
I’m a big mess, and couldn’t be better |
Annnnnh, whatever, whatever I’m wylin! |
Wylin, wylin, wylin |
It’s the 116 and the Misfits, and we wylin |
Wylin, wylin, wylin |
Hey, yo, put my mom on the guest list |
I’m so awkward it’s impressive |
Girl’s like who the heck’s this |
You’re kinda weird, but I respect it |
I’m just young, Italian, and reckless, and we wylin! |
Listen, under normal circumstances |
When someone’s running their piehole |
Just give 'em a good smack to the face |
But I don’t handle things the way I used to |
I am a Christian boy now, you understand? |
Capicé? |
Listen, you keep on running your piehole |
And I’m gonna take you over to my grandmother’s house |
For a nice Sunday dinner |
She’ll have the kirchoff flakes |
The fresh mozarella, the marinara |
We’ll have a real good time |
When you can’t eat anymore |
We’ll have 'er open up the fridge |
And take out the canolis |
And the pustard shots |
And keep feeding you |
And feeding you and feeding you |
Eh? |
Then I’m gonna drive you home |
Throw you in the bathroom, lock the door |
And burn every piece of toilet paper you own |
You schmutz |
God bless you and your family |