Jess - MR. HYDE Lyrics

C'est encore Jess sur la prod
We bout to turn up in this bitch dawg
Put the f*cking 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)