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letra de I Gotta Habit - Max B

[intro]
we bout to go in on this one
travel new artist, nah mean
it’s like we all got that special person we love you know
a little ride or die you know
let me tell you bout mine

[verse 1: max b]
ain’t nothing like a ride or die b-tch
she come through and throw the fifty up
love to f-ck she even roll the piffy up
who that in the swiffy truck
son with the blicky tucked
federally tried to hit me up
but, my b-tch she nice behind the wheel
i be popping out the window, i’m nicer with the steel
one thing a n-gg- could say is that the heists’ they be real
she gonna shoot a n-gg- dead like she licensed to k!ll
she always tell her friends bout me, the pipping is real
let me control the tempo baby cause i’m nice with the peel (chill)
i want you on your belly quick
max is the good side, i’m on my biggavelli sh-t
riding to the party, her thighs touching the shotty
my eyes touching her body, got her high off bacardi (ayy)
b-tch had the nerve to take a p-ss in the lobby
now she talking bout catching a body (wtf baby)

[hook: x2]
cause i want you
i gotta have you
and i need you
it’s just like i got a habit (i need a fix, i need that thing baby)

[verse 2: max b]
now my baby no i got it under control
never would she crack under pressure or would she fold
she ain’t with that bullsh-t my baby girl she bold
say a prayer for you, give you long kisses goodnight then fill u with some holes
riding in the rolls, cruising in the third lane
this my first time around i’m doing it for byrd gang
we them n-gg-s h-tting them switches
we cook them drugs in the kitchen
we getting b-tches, i got love for my b-tches
got black girls, puertorican, even got them chinese
ecuadorian, white, even got them guyanese
ya’ll know how to find me, lenox ave 7th ave
say w-ssup to my mother, i never had a better dad
say w-ssup to my brother and love to the women
that’s holding my n-gg- down while he sitting in prison
you don’t know how a n-gg- living
let’s not talk about the past let’s just forget it (let’s just forget it, bang bang)

[hook: x2]
cause i want you
i gotta have you
and i need you
it’s just like i got a habit (i need a fix, i need that thing baby)

[bridge: x4]
the closer i get
the better you make me feel

[verse 3]
she telling me money don’t make the man
you ain’t gotta pretend to me
before you were my lover first baby you were a friend to me
i’m the kid b-tch imagine my work
been clubbing, f-cking b-tches all of that sh-t is work
had to get up on them t-tties started grabbing the shirt
i’m a love you down put you on your back and then work
make her wet it up put it in take what it’s worth
i be popping more bottles than the package at work
all my b-tches throw your hands in the sky
let’s get it poppin, get high and for your n-gg- just be ready to ride
i hit the road and kiss my baby goodbye
that’s when she hit me with the look in her eye (she said)

[hook: x2]

its ya boy max b baby
we doin 4 gang bang this 4 all da ladies out there
bird gang
it’s ya boy biggavel with another musical cl-ssic for you n-gg-s
you gotta love it, owwww

- max b

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