Eso-pranos (feat. Kid Ivy & Yung Sherif)
Eso Ent 2022 (yuh)
We on that Jersey shit respectfully (yessir)
Bitch
Aye, aye, aye
Fuckin' whore don't forget to close the door (bitch)
When you leave my room don't forget to close the door
Yeah I wanna go to mars so I'm finna pour a four (okay)
This is our movie what the fuck you actin for
What the fuck you actin' for, I'ma knock you to the floor
Esoteric fuckin rich, but you actin really poor
I'm a boss call me Tony, wanna-bes are fuckin phonies
I'ma fuck on your Carmela turn her shit to rigatoni
Started out in high school and I knew I had to make it (aye)
All organic bitch esoteric never fakin' (okay)
Being broke was not for me so I went and got that bacon
When they know you got that cheese bitches never ever flakin
Paulie, Paulie, Paulie
You're not gonna believe this (wassup?)
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians (huh, huh)
Guy was an interior decorator!
Naaah ain't no motherfuckin' way
You take the bus so you gotta stand and wait
I be on my P's & Q's I ain't ever took a break
We be in first and you stuck in last place
Fuckin' whore don't forget to lock the door
Know I'm chillin' at the Bing next I'll hit the harlot store
Count today as a blessing cause you know I'm comin' for
Any rats, snakes, or snitches pussy haters you some bitches (bitch)
Crucifix up on me know I'm gonna get you clipped
Had to cut him off (why?) cause that pussy boy flipped
Head to Satriale's and we choppin off your arms in the back
Yeah I heard you made a song but that shit was fucking wack
Ayo Paulie, ayo Paulie, Paulie!
You're not gonna believe this (what?)
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians (fuck)
Guy was an interior decorator!
Fuckin' whore don't forget to close the door
When you leave my room don't forget to close the door
Yeah I wanna go to mars so I'm finna pour a four
This is our movie what the fuck you actin' for
What the fuck you actin' for, I'ma knock you to the floor
Esoteric fuckin rich, but you actin really poor
I'm a boss call me Tony, wanna-bes are fuckin phonies
I'ma fuck on your Carmela turn her shit to rigatoni
Turn her shit to rigatoni
Eat her out like ravioli
Yo bitch look like Ginny Sac
I can't hit it from the back
Yeah we straight from Jersey
And I'm speedin' on the turnpike
Yeah my flow is dirty
And I'll hit you with an air-strike
Man...
Rest in Peace James Gandolfini
What a legend
We on that Jersey shit respectfully (yessir)
Bitch
Aye, aye, aye
Fuckin' whore don't forget to close the door (bitch)
When you leave my room don't forget to close the door
Yeah I wanna go to mars so I'm finna pour a four (okay)
This is our movie what the fuck you actin for
What the fuck you actin' for, I'ma knock you to the floor
Esoteric fuckin rich, but you actin really poor
I'm a boss call me Tony, wanna-bes are fuckin phonies
I'ma fuck on your Carmela turn her shit to rigatoni
Started out in high school and I knew I had to make it (aye)
All organic bitch esoteric never fakin' (okay)
Being broke was not for me so I went and got that bacon
When they know you got that cheese bitches never ever flakin
Paulie, Paulie, Paulie
You're not gonna believe this (wassup?)
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians (huh, huh)
Guy was an interior decorator!
Naaah ain't no motherfuckin' way
You take the bus so you gotta stand and wait
I be on my P's & Q's I ain't ever took a break
We be in first and you stuck in last place
Fuckin' whore don't forget to lock the door
Know I'm chillin' at the Bing next I'll hit the harlot store
Count today as a blessing cause you know I'm comin' for
Any rats, snakes, or snitches pussy haters you some bitches (bitch)
Crucifix up on me know I'm gonna get you clipped
Had to cut him off (why?) cause that pussy boy flipped
Head to Satriale's and we choppin off your arms in the back
Yeah I heard you made a song but that shit was fucking wack
Ayo Paulie, ayo Paulie, Paulie!
You're not gonna believe this (what?)
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians (fuck)
Guy was an interior decorator!
Fuckin' whore don't forget to close the door
When you leave my room don't forget to close the door
Yeah I wanna go to mars so I'm finna pour a four
This is our movie what the fuck you actin' for
What the fuck you actin' for, I'ma knock you to the floor
Esoteric fuckin rich, but you actin really poor
I'm a boss call me Tony, wanna-bes are fuckin phonies
I'ma fuck on your Carmela turn her shit to rigatoni
Turn her shit to rigatoni
Eat her out like ravioli
Yo bitch look like Ginny Sac
I can't hit it from the back
Yeah we straight from Jersey
And I'm speedin' on the turnpike
Yeah my flow is dirty
And I'll hit you with an air-strike
Man...
Rest in Peace James Gandolfini
What a legend
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Aleksandrov
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