Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Hall & Nash
Hall & Nash
Westside Gunn
Hall & Nash
Westside Gunn
Hall & Nash
Westside Gunn & Sean Price
Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn & Roc Marciano
Skyzoo & Westside Gunn
Conway the Machine & Skyzoo & Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn & Skyzoo
Westside Gunn & Skyzoo
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn & Tiona Deniece & High Fashion P
Hall & Nash
Hall & Nash
Hall & Nash
Hall & Nash
Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine
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Westside Gunn & Billie Essco
The Purist & Westside Gunn & Mach-Hommy
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Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine
Hus KingPin & Westside Gunn
Termanology & Your Old Droog & Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn
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Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum
Westside Gunn & Mach-Hommy & Conway the Machine
Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher
Westside Gunn & Tristate & Planet Asia & Hus KingPin
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Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum
Westside Gunn
[Intro]
Yo, you should've fucking seen me, nigga
I step through, I had the
Reagan era sweatsuit on with the bucket and shit, nah'mean?!
The fucking Clarks had the python strings in 'em
Yo, the shit was stup', yo
I told you to fuck with me, nigga
Man, yo, the shit was wild, though—on some G' shit
[Verse 1]
Make way for the marvelous
Cop so much Ace, they ran out of sparklers, word
Pissy hallways we made the offices
MAC in his face, you swear he had Parkinson's
Niggas on the block say I'm starving 'em
Pardon my Jag
The roof I had to [?], shhhhh
Dapper Dan guts in the 88
Galliano sweatsuit, the little AVA
.40 caliber chrome, I shall roam
Seek and destroy niggas, demolish they thrones
MCM backpack with gats in 'em
Streets or prison, they both got plenty rats in 'em
If fly was a crime I'd be in maximum
Let me out for an hour, I might stab a nigga
Playing chess with other bosses
Made a few moves, realizing that they novice, yo
Hibachi shrimp laying next to swordfish
Gargle some Louie and spit it in ya fucking face
Enough face, let us get the plug
Roll ya body in a Persian rug, word to blood
Lanvin low tops with my two step
Smash ya favorite rapper like "who's next?"
Even if you broke you better pay attention
Bear witness to the flyest muh'fucka living
[Chorus]
Wipe my tears with hundreds
Maybachs in five different colors
In the mess hall politicking dope numbers
I'ma rock my tans creased the whole summer
You can never live how I live
A million in cash, all ones, fives and tens
A million in cash, all ones, fives and tens
[Verse 2]
Bugatti bucket on the thirty three
Heard Tom Ford wanna murder me
Cashmere Pumas, 'bout to serve a ki
Biggest chain you ever seen on, getting my Kareem on
That's posting
You see I'm Michael, left Fredo in the ocean
Am I my brother's keeper?
Smoking Cubans with my feet up
They was still running the race, they couldn't keep up, nah
Fed cover poses with my jewels on
Thirty-aught-six shells'll knock ya shoes off
Peruvian flake, great, let's get richer
Your work stepped on, nobody fucking with ya
Mentality is like Escobar
Fresh off the boat, the cocaine Aston Mar'
Up in Bergdorf like a fucking addict
H buckle on my arm, I got a Jew habit
Maserati jeep, I gotta fucking have it
Dana dane, buy big boats like Kane got
Me and Bacon grew up in the same spot
Niggas got fly off the same pots
I'ma be forever rich, Lord willing
Billion in the floor, million in the fucking ceiling
Even if you broke you better pay attention
Bear witness to the flyest muh'fucka living
[Chorus]
Wipe my tears with hundreds
Maybachs in five different colors
In the mess hall politicking dope numbers
I'ma rock my tans creased the whole summer
You can never live how I live
A million in cash, all ones, fives and tens
A million in cash, all ones, fives and tens
[Outro]
Ayo, then, fucking Donna Karan came through and shit
Hopped out the Lam', whatever
You know I used to fuck her and shit
Knahmean?!
We went to the Tom Ford show, knahmean?!
Yeah yo, I seen nigga, Tom Ford pollying
So you know I tried to make way over here
Niggas looking like "Yo, who the fuck is this nigga, man?"
Yo, you know me, I got in my feelings man
I punched the fuck out that nigga Tom Ford, man, yo
Niggas bum rush me
Kick me out the shit or whatever, man
But yo, heard the nigga Tom Ford nigga wanna get at me and shit
But knahmean, it's nothing, man
I told that nigga City, man, knahmean, this shit handled
"What kind of mulignans are these?"
"They call themselves gangsters."
"It's a new fucking day."
"Fucking depressing."
Messhall Talk was written by Daringer & Westside Gunn.
Messhall Talk was produced by Daringer.
Westside Gunn released Messhall Talk on Sat Sep 22 2012.