Letra de MR EVERYTHING - Westside Gunn

(Feat. DJ Swamp Izzo, Jeezy)

(FOREVEROLLING)

Grrt

(You are now rocking with, with DJ Swamp Izzo)

Ayo

(Swamp motherfucking Izzo)

Yo

Four Seasons for a month, that's me

Pull up on the curb, cleats and hood, gotta be (Gotta be, skrrt, skrrt)

Nigga got some nerve, nigga think that he me (Ah)

Shooter said he wanna kill you anyway, it's free (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I was sittin' courtside, trench full of cheese (Hoodrich, nigga)

You ain't never sat in duplexes filled with fiends

All you heard was toilets flushing when they sweep, I mean

I was laying on a cot, all this shit was a dream

Now I'm sittin' on top with an M16

'Case a nigga wanna plot, make that nigga straight lean

Bullets hot like sriracha (Grrrt), forty with the beam

Switch the strings in the Lobsters, box logo 'Preme ('Preme)

Got blood on the mop, neck on freeze

Can I fuck you and your bestie? We can make a scene

I'ma cum on your bestie (Woo), have you lick it clean

When it come to this fly shit, nigga, I'm the king (Swamp Izzo)

Wipe the gun on the Baccarat first mixed with Van Cleef (Mixed with Van Cleef)

Mixed with Cartier, they can't stand me (They can't stand me)

Grillz by Dolly on my damn teeth (Damn teeth)

Walk through the Louvre lookin' fancy (Lookin' fancy)

Kobe wore the same Jeff Hammy (Ah)

Bought fifty guns for the family (For the family)

Fifty K in the Chrome Heart fanny (Ah)

These fuck niggas can't stand me

Yeah, I got it from here, Gunn

Look, walk through my garage, it's a car lot (Car lot)

Yeah, the hundreds all blue, but the cars not (Cars not)

Building after building, I don't buy stock (Nah)

Only me and Hov got this bitch, yeah this our watch (Damn)

That triple beam scale like a Grammy

That's that four and a baby, took a Plan B

Me and Gunn in a suite at the Delos fight

Yeah, you know that money longer than a Vegas flight (Uh-huh)

I got steel, I got lead, I got paper nigga (Paper, nigga)

I got M's, I got O's, I got acres nigga (Acres, nigga)

Bust a jugg, make a play, get some paper, nigga (Ayy)

Why would you show them niggas love when they hate you, nigga?

Yeah

Hahahaha, just imagine you walk in the Blue Fame lounge

And you look around and you see some of the flyest niggas on Earth in the building

Then you look to the back and you see Westside Gunn

Ice on rocky like the Apollo movie

Yeah, yeah, they can't stand this

A lot of you fuck niggas gon' have to sit down, you can't stand this

Like my mother say, keep the door closed, you'll let the air out

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