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letra de habit - 42 dugg

[intro]
why i’m too
did it on my own, all it took was a couple
(h-lluva made this beat, baby) ayy

[verse 1]
five hunnid thou’, still, i’d never pay to f-ck her (b-tch)
five main b-tches, just don’t ever say i’m cuffin’ (at all)
five pills in, still yelling, “free my brother” (free dem boys)
it’s a little loose, still would never catch me slippin’ (skrrt)
six south from the corner, all in my with my n-ggas
twelve poles deep, at least ten on a mission
my old soul’s ain’t sh-t, f-ck her friend and his mistress (look)
b-tch, don’t catch me in no picture, you know how i like to play it (i do)
i keep it young, i ain’t even gotta say it (at all)
and b-tch i gotta habit, still won’t catch me with no dancer
a lotta b-tches nasty, they be f-ckin’ all on camera (nasty)
a lotta n-ggas petty, they be smokin’ all on bammer (reggie)

[chorus]
b-tch, i got a habit, i like f-ckin’ with no condom (raw)
b-tch, i got a habit, i put diamonds in both watches (both of ’em)
b-tch, i got a habit, i can’t stay up out of nieman’s (nope)
b-tch, i got a habit, turn your patek to a demon (skrrt)
b-tch, i got a habit, i can’t get enough of spending’ (dog sh-t)
b-tch, i got a habit, i got all my cars tinted (all of ’em)
b-tch, i got a habit, i like f-ckin’ gettin’ head (freak b-tch)
b-tch, i got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (i do)

[verse 2]
roll forty-one b-tch to the hood, this a grammy (trophy)
rolls forty-one, but to the hood, she like tammy (ratchet)
bad b-tches love me, ho n-ggas can’t stand me
n-gga, i ain’t got no friends, only enemies and family
i keep some chicken long for all of y’all means
i’m the one signin’ deals for five thousand beans (me)
prolly serve fentanyl to five thousand fiends
i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga, i be on ten
son only one, he can buy his own benz (or anything)
h-ll nah, i ain’t loyal, b-tch, i wanna f-ck your friends (where she at?)
hoes ain’t sh-t, b-tch, and i ain’t either
i ain’t got a b-tch, ho, so i ain’t cheatin’ (huh, ask around)

[chorus]
b-tch, i got a habit, i like f-ckin’ with no condom (yeah)
b-tch, i got a habit, i put diamonds in both watches (both of ’em)
b-tch, i got a habit, i can’t stay up out of nieman’s (nope)
b-tch, i got a habit, turn your patek to a demon (skrrt)
b-tch, i got a habit, i can’t get enough of spending’ (dog sh-t)
b-tch, i got a habit, i got all my cars tinted (all of ’em)
b-tch, i got a habit, i like f-ckin’ gettin’ head (freak b-tch)
b-tch, i got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (i do)

- 42 dugg

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