Lyrics:
the head, I had an extra five
Pushin weight like I'm doing exercise
Moving up the hill and shit
And I got them pills and pies
I go Pauly Costellano,I'm
own throne
Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky
Big time police she a lock up everybody
She lock up all Pauly, Peter, Barry
groupies
Went from Rob Swift, Roc Raida
To Muggs and Premo
To bros fist pumpin' to Pauly
D in a fuckin' speedo paki gangster on wax
I murder tracks in my
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They
in full, all hundreds big jewels
Stones kinda heavy, Slick Rick the rule
Gotti got a 'Nali, man the raws in the groups
See me Pauly out the roof
Son
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They
Epic Records, shout to Pauly Anthony
Shout to Dave McPherson
60 Minutes of Funk Volume Four baby
Funk is back nigga
[Ginuwine]
Put your hands in the
Spit it I'mma creature
Of punishment when it comes to torturing
And with this rap shit I'm a beast
Balling like I'm Uncle Pauly and
All of the above
We
Yeah, to the pipe line, tell em how much you love me
Gotta string on chain game, (Pauly?) I know you hug me
A cynical so political let me tickle your mind
jackpots
Uncle Pauly, butt naked, no rocks
Got a nigga intense, writin' words now we start to make sense
While I grind everyday to pay rent
I done gave
Uh, uh, yeah
Messin' with the wrong nigga
Pauly paul, Teairra Mari
Messing with the wrong nigga
Oh so you think that he loves you (loves you)
40's till I'm forty ?
Truncatin drum loops with Pauly
On the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it
Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it
It's love in
in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don't talk to me
Put 'em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D
Ride with the mob
Alhamdulallah
Check in
in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don't talk to me
Put 'em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D
Ride with the mob
Alhamdulallah
Check in
surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me
Chain hang down to my dick,
gon' make a way
Ship it over, make a band a day
3 on the road, Ima make a play
'Mar got a hit for like 88
He took a perk and went ate a brick
Pauly said
that shit is on fleek
Super fucking giant nigga a beast
Pick up the phone it's untraceable
Hit up the plug, Pauly I wanna more bricks
I am a junkie
I
ya chick hop on the tip, spit make it wet
Pauly be the muthafuckin truth yuh yuh
Check my spotify for the proof yuh yuh
Hop all in the 86 coupe yuh
the booth
Know I cop all the loot
You know Pauly be the Truth
Like woah yeah woops
Bitch I’m dunkin alley oops
Yeah you know that I hoop
Bitch I ball like I’m
Pauly I'm Truth yeah
I had to come through yeah
Pulled up in the coupe yeah
Man I feel like Pretty P in Choo Jackson
That's just my mood yeah
Man I kill
the game me and Pauly the pro's
But you already know that
I got the tunnel vision nigga like I'm Kodak
Money like hot soup, get it, blow that
Baby girl
like, Pauly what you starin' at boo?
I'd be like nah I'm just looking, and thinkin' ‘bout you
She was missin' pieces to the puzzle
It wasn't a question
got the sacks like I'm Santa
Sincerely it is yours truly, Pauly
Oh yuh oh yuh oh yuh oh yuh
Oh yuh oh yuh oh yuh oh yuh
Oh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
Mhm
Liquor in my cup
Masson not mason
Girls its Pauly
Dont be in the club
Kick it at the crib and party
Chilling with my bruvs
These other dudes is way
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