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Wall Paul The Chick Magnet

Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker

take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket My wrist glowing like I stuck my hand in a socket It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break bread You breaking

truth be told theres problems that follow money boys changin like the hour friendships turned sour phiny smiles ...and alot of fake love but im sturdy in my position paul wall

respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall

I'm on the grind, tryin' to make paper stack up An' if I slip an' fall, then I get back up A two piece, any hater that wanna act up An' if boxin' don'

, but you can call me what you want 'cuz I be all that 7-1-3, Yung Redd what you call that? Yeah, 7 1 3, Yung Redd, my nigga Paul Wall Big shasta, sucka

must admit that I'm intrigued by the size of them thighs Compliments I keep em' comin' My resume' display how I keep em' cummin' I'm the chick magnet [Chorus] [Paul Wall

Traducere: De perete, Paul. Chick Magnet.

Think fast, cause your number is coming up And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up [Hook - 8x] [Paul Wall] I step into the club