Andy Mineo - Paisano's Wylin lyrics

Andy Mineo: Swerve Banzini Uhh Fugetaboutit 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 Andy Mineo: Banzini Say I won't rock Fubu, s**a I don't do what you do, s**a Waka Flocka Waka Waka Westside like I'm 2Pac-a (Westside!) Hd like I'm Chewbacca (Star Wars, boy!) Hd like I'm Chewbacca Andy Mineo: Yo, I might just throw a Buddha round my necklace They think paisano's wylin, that boy reckless 'Cause erryboy rockin Jesus pieces I'm just doin what y'all doin, wearing stuff I don't believe in Yuuup You don't need sk** 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 red wine 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 Boy! Marty: Hey yo, rappers carry my mother's groceries, dog Out of respeeeeect! Marty: Thirty chains around my neck Mr. T and velour sweats I got em like what's next? I'm gonna k** the beat like an acapella Social Club be them good fellas Only good 'cause He met us I'm a big mess, and couldn't be better An', 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! Andy Mineo: Listen, under normal circumstances If 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? Capisce? 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? the fresh mozzarella, the marinara 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