Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paisano's Wylin' , by - Andy Mineo. Song from the album Never Land, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |