Messhall Talk

Westside Gunn

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    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

    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 [?], shh
    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

    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

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    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

    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

    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

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