Letra de Paulin Paulin Paulin - Westside Gunn

Fly over the world

And fly over the world

Grr

Ayo

January, February, Fashion Week hoppin'

Lucky we in Paris, back home, I would've shot him (Mm)

Laurent apron, I crossed my fingers, that'll lock up

How the fuck I turn one to three? I told 'em "potluck" (Whip)

Forty drop a nigga, yeah, Rolls gold Cartiers

Seen him with his kids, spared him, caught him next day, aired him (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, you ever shop in Louis? In that other, other room

Dope spot lookin' like the Louvre (Dope spot lookin' like the Louvre)

Hold on, hold on, hold on, had to drop a tear real quick

Ayo, pretty hoes say I'm gorgeous (Mwah), everythin' I drive imported

Shooter said he want to snort it (Sniff), cobra roof on the Porsches (Skrrt)

Shot your block up (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot), now it's scorchin', you know my neck cost a fortune

You know my wrist look enormous (Ah), closet full of never-worn shit

Woo, Margiela sweaters (Hmm)

Gucci on the trousers, coke by the mountains (Ah)

Papi Steak in the Fontaine, snake skin heeled Louboutins

Got her walkin' on marble, fuckin' on some Paulin couches (Woo)

Paulin, Paulin, Paulin

Ayo, black and yellow Gatti, that's a bumble-bee (That's a bumble-bee, skrrt)

My fiends said the only thing they love is me (Ah)

Two-hundred round drums, on some double D's (Double D's)

And tell your mama you can't fuck with me (And tell your mama you can't fuck with me)

Fuck you and that bitch

Fly over the world

And you'll see just like a bird

It's Sly, Sly

Sly

Griselda

By Fashion Rebels

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