Lyrics Baby Smoove – Bad Habits

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Bad habits, doin’ shit you can’t imagine
I don’t show no love through this bitch, I be taxin’
These niggas too frail, they could never be a captain

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 niggas, I ain’t livin’ 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 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

I can really get them bitches here and make it happen
My niggas really grind me for rhyme to blow the casket
Blowin’ backwoods, hell no, I don’t pass it
I ain’t really stressin’ ’bout no bitches, 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 niggas, I ain’t livin’ 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