Paisano's Wylin' (Feat. Marty Of Social Club) · letra

Intro: Andy Mineo

Swerve Banzini Uhh Fugetaboutit

Hook: Andy Mineo

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

Verse 1: Andy Mineo

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!) Hdddddd like I'm Chewbacca (Star Wars, boy!) Hdddddd like I'm Chewbacca

Hook

Verse 2: Andy Mineo

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 whack, and I do not approve that I said rewind 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!

Hook

Marty:

Hey yo, rappers carry my mother's groceries, dog Out of respeeeeect!

Verse 3: Marty

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 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!

Hook

Outro: Andy Mineo

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 (insert Italian food[?]) 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