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Paisley Video (MV)




Performed By: yung redi
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Shea Redican




yung redi - Paisley Lyrics




I just copped a pawg
And her first name's paisley
Got a rich dad
Their cottage's got A/C
You can't call me
But text me maybe
My hair curly
Her hair wavy
My bread going crazy like it's Little Ceasers
I don't f*ck with geezers but I f*ck with their sneakers
Hit like 80 when i pull up with the heater
Speedboat her on her speedboat, she's a keeper
All you niggas acting like Pampers cuz you on some shit
Got e-girls but I practice e-abstinence
I don't got my dick on
Lemme check the cabinet
Pussy boy put your hands up
I'm the antagonist
Pair of cops pulled up at the mall
I said "f*ck you"
Turned 12 into 10
That's because I ducked 2
Fit so sick i think i got the duck flu
I just graduated
Turned around and said "f*ck school"
I can't f*ck with her if she not doing homework
I need a pretty girl
But I need a scholar
I need an asian girl
Yellow like Homer
"Wow that's racist"
Eat my boner
I got stage 4 horniness
It's diagnosed
Pull up with my slides on
Cuz I'm airing out my toes
Niggas saying let's go
And I'm saying vamonos
I don't buy one or two shoes
Cuz I'm buying most

I see his Supreme hoodie
It's fake
I see these bitches
They get in my way
Get off the ice
And jump in a lake
I got gay tendencies
But I'm not gay
These bitches cruel
These bitches fake
Boomer boomer
Get the f*ck out my way
You make no sense
You got no brain
I didn't do nothing
Cuz I'm a saint
Saint Laurent cologne underneath my knees
Step out the club and I piss on my feet
Walk in the club and my dick smells like trees
You bitches stink ima give you Fabreeze
I evaded tax in 2003
I dropped my rebate on some LSD
I dropped the tabs and then looked at my feet
Just like Dan Schieder I took out my meat
Ketchup ketchup
These bitches play catchup
Let up let up
I'll never let up
I beat up my peter my peter called peta
I heard some gossip pull up with beretta
I'll send u packing so bring your malleta
I'm going home i forgot my carpeta
I'm stacking cheese on my salad like feta
I'm stacking bread like i'm eating bruschetta
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I just copped a pawg
And her first name's paisley
Got a rich dad
Their cottage's got A/C
You can't call me
But text me maybe
My hair curly
Her hair wavy
My bread going crazy like it's Little Ceasers
I don't f*ck with geezers but I f*ck with their sneakers
Hit like 80 when i pull up with the heater
Speedboat her on her speedboat, she's a keeper
All you niggas acting like Pampers cuz you on some shit
Got e-girls but I practice e-abstinence
I don't got my dick on
Lemme check the cabinet
Pussy boy put your hands up
I'm the antagonist
Pair of cops pulled up at the mall
I said "f*ck you"
Turned 12 into 10
That's because I ducked 2
Fit so sick i think i got the duck flu
I just graduated
Turned around and said "f*ck school"
I can't f*ck with her if she not doing homework
I need a pretty girl
But I need a scholar
I need an asian girl
Yellow like Homer
"Wow that's racist"
Eat my boner
I got stage 4 horniness
It's diagnosed
Pull up with my slides on
Cuz I'm airing out my toes
Niggas saying let's go
And I'm saying vamonos
I don't buy one or two shoes
Cuz I'm buying most

I see his Supreme hoodie
It's fake
I see these bitches
They get in my way
Get off the ice
And jump in a lake
I got gay tendencies
But I'm not gay
These bitches cruel
These bitches fake
Boomer boomer
Get the f*ck out my way
You make no sense
You got no brain
I didn't do nothing
Cuz I'm a saint
Saint Laurent cologne underneath my knees
Step out the club and I piss on my feet
Walk in the club and my dick smells like trees
You bitches stink ima give you Fabreeze
I evaded tax in 2003
I dropped my rebate on some LSD
I dropped the tabs and then looked at my feet
Just like Dan Schieder I took out my meat
Ketchup ketchup
These bitches play catchup
Let up let up
I'll never let up
I beat up my peter my peter called peta
I heard some gossip pull up with beretta
I'll send u packing so bring your malleta
I'm going home i forgot my carpeta
I'm stacking cheese on my salad like feta
I'm stacking bread like i'm eating bruschetta
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Writer: Shea Redican
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