Paisano's Wylin' Lyrics - Never Land - Andy Mineo

Swerve 

Banzini 

Uhh, Fugetaboutit 

Paisanos wylin 

Paisanos wylin 

Paisanos wylin 

Paisanos 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 

Paisanos wylin 

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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 

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! 

Photos 

Hey yo, rappers carry my mother's groceries, dog 

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 

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 (insert Italian food[?]) 

We'll have a real good time 

When you can't eat anymore 

We'll have her 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