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Westside Gunn - MR EVERYTHING ft. Jeezy & DJ Swamp Izzo (Slowed + Reverb)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
DJ Swamp Izzo
DJ Swamp Izzo
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Executive Producer
Forever Rollin
Forever Rollin
Producer
NFE Paris
NFE Paris
Producer
Juko
Juko
Producer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Jeffrey L. Jones
Jeffrey L. Jones
Producer
Brian Roke
Brian Roke
Producer
Jacob Sclaver
Jacob Sclaver
Producer
Hotton Harold
Hotton Harold
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(FOREVEROLLING) Grrt (You are now rocking with, with DJ Swamp Izzo) Ayo (Swamp motherfucking Izzo) yo Four Seasons for a month, that's me (that's me) Pull up on the curb, cleats and hood, gotta be (gotta be, skrrt, skrrt) Niggas 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 (grrt), 40 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 (argh) Bought fifty guns for the family (for the family) Fifty K in the Chrome Heart fanny (argh) 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 (Grammy) That's that four and a baby, took a Plan B (whoo) 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 (ay) Why would you show them niggas love when they hate you, nigga? Yeah (ha-ha-ha-ha) Just imagine, you walking in blue frame lounge And you look around you see some of the flyest niggas on earth in a building Then you look to the back and you see Westside Gunn Eyes all rocking like Polo movies 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 let the air out"
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Alvin Worthy, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Brian Roke, Jacob Sclaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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