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VINNIE PAZ : Paul And Paz lyrics

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VINNIE PAZ lyrics : "Paul And Paz"

[Intro: Charlie Manson]
I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king!


[Chorus: Block McCloud]
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know

We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasing


Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get feddy man, we get that flow

They hate us because we love paper chasing

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand
In the Cadillac sitting on the fours
[? ] so heavy but the haters mad at me

When I come around the corner so slow
I'm the %#@! where I'm from in the land of Screw
A go-getter chasing after bankrolls

If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet
A player stay up on his toes
I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters

Them boys is talking down call me catch up later
See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader
Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter

My mind on dollar signs so partner I'm a grind
Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime
That paper is a fool if you put in work

I'm a hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white
Or hit you with a $#&@ing silver bullet like Coors Light
I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right

I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right
The fifth levitate your body to God's height
Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light

I'm a ride dirty so mother$#&@er forget the law
Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store
It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn

Get popped in front of me, I don't even $$#ist the boy
Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for
Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for

Anybody $#&@ with Vinnie getting laid to waste
I'm a have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste
You a joker mother$#&@er Vinnie play the ace

Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face

[Chorus]

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