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[Intro] Grr Ayo [Verse] January, February, Fashion Week hopping Lucky we in Paris, back home, I would’ve shot him (Mm) Laurent apron, I crossed my fingers, that’ll lock up How the fu*k I turn one to three? I told ’em \”potluck\” (Whip) Forty drop a n!gga, 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 looking like the Louvre (Dope spot looking like the Louvre) Hold on, hold on, hold on, had to drop a tear real quick Ayo, pretty hoes say I’m gorgeous (Mwah), everything 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 scorching, you know my neck cost a fortune You know my wrist look enormous (Ah), closet full of never-worn s*it Woo, Margiela sweaters (Hmm) Gucci on the trousers, coke by the mountains (Ah) Papi Steak in the Fontaine, snake skin (??) Got her walking on marble, fu*king on supporting 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 fu*k with me (And tell your mama you can’t fu*k with me) [Outro] Fu*k you and that b!tch Griselda By Fashion Rebels. Paulin Paulin Paulin lyrics – Westside Gunn : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com