Video House Of Glory » Westside Gunn Lyrics | Musica Hip Hop

Westside Gunn - House Of Glory Lyrics

House Of GLORY Song Lyrics
House Of GLORY by Westside Gunn [Stove God Cooks:]
Why you mad? (Why you mad at me?)
Broke nigga why you mad?
Chopper out the window, chopper out the window (Brrt, ba-ba, cha)

You don't know my expenses
I gotta buy bigger plates
And bigger scales
And more bags
What you mad for?
We put them digi' numbers on the dashboard
Took her to the top from the trap floor, I'm that raw
Had the feds at the front and the backdoor

Broke nigga why you mad? (Nigga, why you mad?)
Why you mad?
Chopper out the window (Brrt, ba-ba-ba, brrt, ba)
Chopper out the window (Ah)

Foggy glass pots and TEC beams
I'm Jésus with the recipe
I'm everything they dying to be
Half a million cash is Ecstasy
Bullet holes in the Lexus, see (Brrt, ba-ba-ba)
He had some tricks up his Avirex sleeve
This sh*t is back for me
Reach for my necklace and see (Woo!)
One burner don't work good we still cooking
One bad brick don't stop no show, we still cookin' (Still cookin')
My Grandaddy told me you'd get back with your puddin'
My wrist says I get back way more, and I got
20 of 'em come then and they paid for
f**k is we playin' for? You know what you payin' for
f**k is we waitin' for?
What was I waitin' for?
It's all good and if it ain't all good, nigga, I'm all good

[Westside Gunn:]
[*coughing*]
Baby why you leave me
I only f**ked a hunnid times
But I love you
Ayo, It was like 1989
I seen [?] with the AK (Ah)
He said it was the first, it was a payday
They told him peace
See a milli, I walk across the street
He said, "Peace, lord" (Peace, lord)
He 'bout to meet Prada for a drink
Denim Tears falling down my face
Word to Mugula (Ah)
Crack 'cause my sh*t that dope, they can't f**k with us
Seen Chanel 500 dollar plates, she in the county
She pulled up on Tiffany, shot out the Audi (Brrt, skrrt)
Another Palm Angel get new wings (New wings)
Valentino down to my shoe strings (Shoe strings)
Me in Vera Wang, that's my boo thang (That's my boo thang)
She used to f**k Van Cleef
Went through, sprayed that nigga, sh*t, that's on me
Came through, Fendi moccasins with the big F (Ah)
f**k the one time, put a reign on that b**ch neck (Woo)
Vogue mink cover, got the Mac while I'm posing
Your third eye closed
Stupid nigga, I'm chosen
F.P.Journe 'bout as wet as the ocean (Woo)
Briefcase Goyard, snake on my loafers (Mm)
Nigga I'm culture
Down in the Air's, Gucci gloves with the poker (Ah)
[?] brunch, Sipping Momosas
They say, "how this nigga house like Momoma?"
Long live Virgil, got the chains on the Mona (Mm)
Long live Michelle when I come scoot over (I be)