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bad habits - baby smoove lyrics

bad habits, doin’ sh*t you can’t imagine
i don’t show no love through this b*tch, i be taxin’
these n*ggas too frail, they could never be a captain
i can really kick it with a clerk, and get to actin’
i can really get them b*tches here and make it happen
my n*ggas really grind me for rhyme to blow the casket
blowin’ backwoods, h*ll no, i don’t pass it
i ain’t really stressin’ ’bout no b*tches, been had ’em

yeah, meals too, can’t you see i’ve been havin’
before i hit neiman’s, i get a text to come grab it
i ain’t like these other n*ggas, i ain’t livin’ average
i think i wanna porsche or a benz or a ashton
i don’t need security, better beat a n*gga backwards
i need a real bag, i can tell the b*tches after
if i give a b*tch attention, she tell everything that happened
i’m sick, i really feel that, she send right after
her last n*gga ain’t compare, he ain’t like me
i guarantee that i’m nothing that he might be
i’m the mall now shoppin’ for some nice things
you feelin’ 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 doin’ stuff
you can’t imagine
tryna love through this b*tch i be textin’
these n*ggas too frail, they could never be a captain
i can really kick it with a clerk, and get to actin’

i can really get them b*tches here and make it happen
my n*ggas really grind me for rhyme to blow the casket
blowin’ backwoods, h*ll no, i don’t pass it
i ain’t really stressin’ ’bout no b*tches, been had ’em
yeah, meals too, can’t you see i’ve been havin’
before i hit neiman’s, i get a text to come grab it
i ain’t like these other n*ggas, i ain’t livin’ average
i think i wanna, or, or a ashton
don’t need security, gonna beat a n*gga backwards
i can tell them b*tches after
if i give a b*tch attention, she tell everything that happened

- baby smoove lyrics

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