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letra de bad habits - bill ding

[bill ding]
bill motherf-cking ding b-tch…
ahhhhhhhh man…
sh-t is a weakness tho…

[verse 1]
cold night, out with a fly white girl
white guy fall off, it’s the brown guy turn
another burn, i’ve been searching the whole wide world
for a big booty girl that can also rock pearl
pearl, tripping off the sh-t that i writ
now i’m grabbing the t-t as i’m giving you d-ck
b-tch talkin’ ’bout you don’t wanna lane switch
in the six speed drop with a f-cking scoop top
ride on, never get roped off, a c0ke called
in a smoke shop, straight cold cuts and no cops
big -ss, thick lips, and blow pops
now i’m on a roll pops, she call i got a roll on
dough loud, a couple a hundred dollars
seventeen five on the low, tell ’em holler
now i’m greener than an avocado on an enchilada?
trust me poppa, i don’t wanna ride or die, but she wanna
ride around china until i can’t afford it

[bridge]
bill: b-tch is you f-cked up?
b-tch: but bill i was just…
bill: nah nah nah, shut up, shut up…

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna talk no more, i wanna cop four scores
so many raps he gotta take my brain through my nose
brendan frasier, only holding taser
you might wanna bo light speed, shooting lasers
the night bleed, i ain’t got no beef with a raider
please, i’m just tryna get this paper
and anyone in my way, gon’ feel the f-cking wrath
of a crazy headed b-st-rd strapped, without cash
plus i’ve got a bad habit, tracks on my arm
yo i might as well be muhammad strapped with a bomb
you can call me abraham taking hits from the bong
going ham with a scr-per, 12k charm
all this sh-t that i’m on got me feeling like saddam
feeling so wrong as i write this song
plus my momma sick, daddy drink, what’s the point of living?
yo curtis on that club tip, what’s the point of spinning?
all these dumb mu’f-ckers gon’ forget your name
… like you never even came

- bill ding

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