Westside Gunn - 327 (ft. Tyler, The Creator, Joey Bada$$ & Billie Essco) - Download Mp3 (Music)

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Listen, Stream, Buy, Mp3 Download and read the lyrics to "327" by Westside Gunn featuring Tyler The Creator, Joey Bada$$ & Billie Essco.

The song was produced by Camoflauge Monk.

If you have yet to understand the impact of Westside Gunn's vision, look no further than his brand new album Pray For Paris.

Inspired by the high art that lines his walls, Gunn's approach to crafting a project mirrors that of a painter eying a canvas.

Who else would ever dream of bringing Virgil Abloh's designs to boom-bap? Yet here we are, thanks to Westside's unqiue approach to curation, a Midas touch that has led to a full-blown bar-heavy collaboration between himself, Joey Bada$$, Tyler, The Creator, and Billie Essco on the hook.

Taking to some smooth production from Camo Monk, West sets it off with an effortless verse; though he's quick to praise his fellow groupmates as the superior emcees, there's no denying that Gunn's swagger carries over into his delivery.

As such, he's capable of hanging with any of the younger generation's finest lyricists, including the Badmon himself.

"That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas, now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova," boasts Joey, sparking further hype for his next release.

And while both he and West put in work on their respective verses, there's something undeniably welcome about hearing Tyler, The Creator bar out like the good old days.

Given his stylistic swerve into melodic territory, it's easy to forget his clever wit and made-for-rapping voice make for a deadly combination.

"Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails, n*** always got something to say, well fuck 'em," raps Tyler.

"Same guys was Mighty til they got to Duckin." Westside Gunn - 327 (ft.

Tyler The Creator, Joey Bada$$ & Billie Essco) (prod.

Camoflauge Monk) Lyrics.

[Chorus: Billie Essco & Westside Gunn] Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles) I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row) I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, brr) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it) I swear Paris will be prayed for (Ayy, yo) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] 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 Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (Skrrt) Twenty-two with grays, twenty-five left in the 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 nigga try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasal drip flowin' heavily, duckin' my third felony (Ah) Take your shine, two for five, me and mines Runnin' from suit and ties, you say you the flyest, then who am I? Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still VLONE jean jacket rockin', so be real (Ah) Over pots, I'm too exquisite On the dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit Some niggas'll never risk it Hoppin' in BMs, I'm proud of my position (Skrrt) They never had a pot to piss in Body parts on Cavalli dishes On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin', my loafers crocodile Stylin', I be havin' greater visions (Ah) You can tell by the way I whip it You gettin' money, then the haters with it It ain't dry, I told 'em wait a minute (Ah) Praise both for the way I did it [Chorus: Billie Essco & Joey Bada$$] I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles) I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row) I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, Badmon) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it, yeah, yeah, yeah) I swear Paris will be prayed for [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I'm from an era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh) Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Bah, bah, bah, bah) In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit (Woo) Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit (Yeah) It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna These niggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high) That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas (Uh-huh) Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo) We bendin' corners in the six-deuce Talk about last night's ten thousand dollar bottles of Pétrus, sip it like it's juice, homie How could I lose? The shit that these fools'll do to be in my shoes, I'm done playin' by rules Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing I mean, it's usual Everything that's new to you be the type of shit I'm used to I could give a fuck about the hater shit, I'm used to it If it's fuck me, then know the feeling is mutual (Bitch) [Chorus: Billie Essco & Joey Bada$$] I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (It's young Bada$$, ankles) I'm in them places that you can't go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row) 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, ayy (Face for it) I swear Paris will be prayed for [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator] If you feelin' good Then everybody say yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Feelin' good) Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn shit) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Bitch, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel) When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells (Bells) Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails (Ayy, yo) Niggas always got something to say, well fuck 'em Same guys was mighty 'til they got to duckin' We got the pucks and we chuckin' They playin' chicken, we cluckin' I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers Niggas trash and we dumpin' (Uh), I been rappin' and fuckin' (Yup) He 6'5", I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco (Dance) This car came with a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'" I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions I ain't lyin' or nothin' Yes, I'm is, I'm so happy I turned nothin' to somethin', skin glowin', my hair nappy My health good, my mama good, my niggas too And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers Long way from that metro bus taxi service Long way, loco gangs tried to taxidermy (Where you from, nigga?) We would run until our motherfuckin' backs was burnin', uh But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high And the emeralds shinin', them GQs and them pot pies (Bling) And I spy with my private eye that you tried You cannot pull this look off, nigga, you're not I [Chorus: Billie Essco] I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles) I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row) 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, ayy (Face for it) I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) 327


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