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letra de bitch habit - ceeingee

[intro]
sh-t, b-tch
[verse 1]
thought i was dead
b-tch got me lookin’ f-ckin’ red
yook out the eyes to cook it
open the book and take my hit
choke myself at night
almost stabbed my stomach
got some ache
i got 99 problems and this b-tch ain’t one
whoever thought that his planet is fun
earth calling, not answerin’
got myself dancing like michael jackson
the jokes are cracking, what’s happening
got my eyes poppin’ like a gay
got myself dead like bruce lee
got mylsef flyin’ like christopher reeves
i won’t lie, i feel more j-panese
[hook]
leighanne the b-tch habit got me goin’ like a rich crabit
i’m no b-tch when you’re a which d-mn it
got the b-tch ran it
you’re just a b-tch habit
[verse 2]
sh-t, slit my throat til my blood drips
get ya the rips
took the hours to strips, no rips to f-ck you b-tch
i took the stuck in you b-tch
took my eyes out
just don’t scream and shout
f-ck ya
i have the b-lls to stick in ya
got to hit ya
ha, b-tch i’m no p-ssy and you say i treated you bad
you treated me bad
got me sad, broke my little heart
b-tch, i should’ve hated you from the start
you’re friends are b-tches too
blame it on me and let me down
you don’t even know who you’re messin’ with
got the prescription but bet you take meth
with that like that i can predict your death
[hook]
leighanne the b-tch habit got me goin’ like a rich crabit
i’m no b-tch when you’re a witch d-mn it
got the btich ran it
you’re just a b-tch habit
[verse 3]
got myself goin’ mad but b-tch, feel f-ckin’ angry that you’re a b-tch
just get to h-ll and god help you, he won’t do that
gid doesn’t help hoes
he helps the good and victims of your evil
your evil like world fallin’ apart
stick my finger at your face
runnin’ and trip ya up in a race
leave you on a rocket stranded in sp-ce
send you to the pakies
staggies
f-ck ya in the -ss til you bleed
leave you in pain or send you on a crashin’ place
take me apart like a rag doll
sh-t happens b-tch, pus you in front the fast incomin’ traffic
gayer than affleck
got the addict to drugs, rugs, pugs and mugs like yourself
[hook]
leighanne the b-tch habit got me goin’ like a rich crabit
i’m no b-tch when you’re a witch d-mn it
got the btich ran it
you’re just a b-tch habit
[outro]
b-tch habits are annoying
peace

- ceeingee

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