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bart cobain - the wrong kid lyrics

[hook : mahery ]

time to hit hard y’all be f-cking with the wrong kid
time to hit hard y’all be f-cking with the wrong kid
traveling through dimension call it rick & morty
traveling through dimension call it rick & morty

time to hit hard y’all be f-cking with the wrong kid
time to hit hard y’all be f-cking with the wrong kid
i be droppin’ bomb now i’m wanted like a terrorist
i be droppin’ bomb now i’m wanted like a terrorist

[verse 1 : bart ]
huh
cool breeze cool breeze,sunset oh jeez
we live young live young, long live og’s
f-ck this,f-ck hits light one ,blow tress
order some chug some -ss cheeks,grab some yeah
being honest got them fake folks step out of my range
all nighter till the hole squad pullin’ up in a range
my accent keep your 2 cents i don’t need any change
ego so big bet that f-cker has a twin,i know this is strange
yeah you’re traumatized traumatize
trying hard that’s compromised
so many hours of verses ,i had to buy me a hard drive
if i ever get a cake, family and homies gon’ get a slice
i be sippin’ on some blue sprite
promethazine what a great advice
they say body language never lies
always hangin’ out like clothes to dry
never abandon stay close to trying
throwin’ fingers to the judge
until he close the trial ,i been a savage kid & wild
them dumb n-gg-s be kidding while
we grindin’ hard ain’t no time to smile

[hook : mahery ]

[kanye sample]

“i refuse to follow those rules the society has set up
in a way they van control people with low self esteem”

[verse 2 : bart ]

i know what to do ain’t no need to panic
what we smoking and selling the weed all organic
levitating all across the house we faded
i tryna get high till i’m so dehydrated
waiting for my falls hem haters downgrading
been drinking like sparrow and balling like brady
bissh are you ready ? let me number fo’ calling ricky
love kinda wicked
i been dreaming bout some brain in a gatti
never moving backwards i’m born in the gutter
blunts in the air grindin’ evryday till we f-cking billionaires
grab a bottle start to wave in the air
you blind to fact but my n-gg-s gon stare
you talk on my back like a cr-py b-tch
we throw you out like some dusty sh-t
all my sh-t dope ain’t no other words
jane smoking hot and she wana flirt
blueberry cheese and that f-cking purp
sippin’ so hard b-tch i’m gonna burp
starting to black out the red alert
go girl go crazy take off ya shirt
we want to see t-tties and shorter squirts
gazing at hoes like we bout to murk
been falling in love with the liquor
my b-tch a bottle i lick her
i’m the one to contain her no other contenders
wild for the night till we f-cking outrageous
i woke up the neighbors they mad as sh-t
f-ck what they say they can call the police
i bury the threats sarcophagus
until 8 am i f-cking ain’t stopping this

[hook : mahery ]

[kanye west sample ]

“what matters is,you know,the people who are sparked by
and the people who are like offended by
it doesn’t f-cking matter,f-ck you. you know it’s like
because it’s about motivating the doers
and anyone that want to sit around and talk sh-t
they’re taking too much time talking sh-t about it
instead of getting up off their -ss and follow their dreams
because i’m here to follow my dreams”

- bart cobain lyrics

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