Westside Gunn – 327 Lyrics
327 By Westside Gunn Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I’m in them places that you can’t go (That you can’t go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I’m a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, I’m rockin’ old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-taggin’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin’ (Skrt) 22 with greys, 25, left in a cage I told him hold your head, it’s worse in a grave I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started wavin’, had a lighter and dope spoon A n----’ll try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasa