Mrs. Hyde

Mrs. Hyde
I really want to get at you
But mrs hyde im having trouble tryna spit at you
Cuz mrs hyde i dont know where youre coming from
Mrs hyde wont you let me come inside

Mrs hyde she's the smartest chick ive ever seen
But mrs hyde sh's hooked on methamphetamine
Mrs hyde ya she rolls the red carpet
But every time we talk she always wants to start shit
She's a freak, she's curling all my toes
But mrs hyde no she's burning all my clothes
Mrs. hyde yo how do i approach this?
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Mrs. Hyde
I really want to get at you
But mrs hyde im having trouble tryna spit at you
Cuz mrs hyde i dont know where youre coming from
Mrs hyde wont u let me come inside
Mrys hyde i'm standing out here in the cold
Mrs hyde i really want to make this place my home
But mrs hyde youre a walking contradiction
Mrs hyde wont u let me come inside

Mrs hyde she got some double Ds
But every time we hang out she on her knees.
Mrs hyde she think up all the rules
Mrs hyde she'll drink up all your booze
Mrs hyde she's dressing classy
But every time we go out she shakes her ass cheeks
Mrs hyde she's fucking batshit
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Mrs. Hyde
I really want to get at you
But mrs hyde im having trouble tryna spit at you
Cuz mrs hyde i dont know where youre coming from
Mrs hyde wont u let me come inside
Mrys hyde i'm standing out here in the cold
Mrs hyde i really want to make this place my home
But mrs hyde youre a walking contradiction
Mrs hyde wont u let me come inside



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Writer(s): Nicholas Minniti
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