PAULIN PAULIN PAULIN

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[Intro] Fly over the world And fly over the world Grr Ayo [Verse] 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 [Outro: Sly Green] Fly over the world And you'll see just like a bird It's Sly, Sly Sly Griselda By Fashion Rebels