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westside gunn - paulin paulin paulin كلمات أغنية

[intro]
grr
ayo

[verse]
january, february, fashion week hoppin’
lucky we in paris, back home, i would’ve shot him (mm)
laurent apr_n, i crossed my fingers, that’ll lock up
how the f_ck i turn one to three? i told ’em “potluck” (whip)
forty drop a n_gga, 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)
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
you know my wrist look enormous (ah), closet full of never_worn sh_t
woo, margiela sweaters (hmm)
gucci on the trousers, coke by the mountains (ah)
papi steak in the fontaine, snake skin [?]
(woo)
(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 f_ck with me (and tell your mama you can’t f_ck with me)
[outro]
f_ck you and that b_tch
griselda
by fashion rebels

- westside gunn

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