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Baby Smoove

Bad Habits

 

Bad Habits

(album: Flawless - 2019)


(Undefined, undefined)

Bad habits, doing shit you can't imagine
I don't show no love through this bitch, I be taxing
These niggas too frail, they could never be a captain
I can really kick it with a clerk, and get to acting
I can really get them bitches here and make it happen
My niggas really grind me for rhyme to blow the casket
Blowing backwoods, hell no, I don't pass it
I ain't really stressing 'bout no bitches, been had 'em

Yeah, meals too, can't you see I've been having
Before I hit Neiman's, I get a text to come grab it
I ain't like these other niggas, I ain't living average
I think I wanna Porsche or a Benz or a Ashton
I don't need security, better beat a nigga backwards
I need a real bag, I can tell the bitches after
If I give a bitch attention, she tell everything that happened

I'm sick, I really feel that, she send right after
Her last nigga ain't compare, he ain't like me
I guarantee that I'm nothing that he might be
I'm the mall now shopping for some nice things
You feeling the pressure, but you fail to make the light green

I love glass, but I still use an XD
I need twenty-five hunnid for a sixteen
I just pulled it out the plastic, got more lean
Take a Percocet, why should I want Codeine?
Re-rack a four pack for some more cheese
I love them boys with who aim to tease
Ben really got no heart, he just look mean
Four hunnid for this zip 'cause it's real weed

Ay, but I doing stuff
You can't imagine
Tryna love through this bitch I be texting
These niggas too frail, they could never be a captain
I can really kick it with a clerk, and get to acting

I can really get them bitches here and make it happen
My niggas really grind me for rhyme to blow the casket
Blowing backwoods, hell no, I don't pass it
I ain't really stressing 'bout no bitches, been had 'em
Yeah, meals too, can't you see I've been having
Before I hit Neiman's, I get a text to come grab it
I ain't like these other niggas, I ain't living average
I think I wanna, or, or a Ashton
Don't need security, gonna beat a nigga backwards
I can tell them bitches after
If I give a bitch attention, she tell everything that happened

done

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