MR. HYDE ft. Bart Kobain Lyrics

C'est encore Jess sur la prod

We bout to turn up in this bitch dawg

Put the fucking volume up

Spending money like a jewish, screaming Mazeltov

And they know my bars a cocktail, chugging Molotov

Sex on the beach, Baywatch, Hazeloff

Turning into MR. HYDE when it's kicking in

That Charlie sheen

In her nose

Makes that bitch sound like she rowling with a sexy prose

She's getting wetter

Navy SEALs

Her man's fake

I'm tha n*gga for real

Let's go, let's get it (tell'em)

Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em)

Let's go, let's get it (tell'em)

Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em)

Petty, these n*ggaz petty

Doing all kinds of curves, spaghetti

When we pull up, stick to your story

Don't you start to clean those words up, this ain't laundry

Kamikaze made' em call me crazy

Going coo coo in her coochie, for a quickie quickie

Balls all empty, I'll refill with Heny

Am I ok moonwalking in the hallway

Spinning the coupe with a smoking grenade

Like we bout to start a riot

Shit's going down in the backyard, heard they got bongs and fire

Tagging my brand on these walls, every single time the night calls

She a snack acting cheesy, imma do her in the cuzzi

Now them neighbours bout to call five o

Can't be caught cuz, i'm broke phi broke

Cracked my phone screen, jumping out the window

I'm addicted to this life, that's my Benzo

Let's go, let's get it (tell'em)

Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em)

Let's go, let's get it (tell'em)

Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em)