- Justin Rarri bad habits 歌詞
- Justin Rarri
- [Chorus]
She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”
And I'm peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”
And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I aint no average
Baby I'm with the static, he lackin I promise you under the bridge, we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I'm violent, yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that
Then the nigga gon die, yea
I get em gone
New lil Patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether I'm wrong
Whenever I'm busy don't pick up my phone
But you know that I'm calling right after the tone
[Verse 1]
I need the neck, I need ya body
When I get back Imma give you that sloppy
My baby Dior, I give her whatever
She riding on me like a big kawasaki
No I ain't playing with none of these bitches, I'm cutting these hoes get the **** from around me
Gotta get right back, stack the bread keep countin
No a nigga don't care, shoot his dome I'm wildin
I could admit that its my fault, all these bitches walked in
She do not know what its like just to live like a rockstar, all my niggas walked in
That boy I know that he cappin, I swear that he not hard, why the **** he be getting it
[Pre-Chorus]
VVs up, new big Patek
Two Bs up, I'm big brackin
Bloody my feet, I'm big steppin
New white coat, that Moncler
Gotta big thot, don't mind her
Bitch get the **** from round here
She got a mother****in bad habit
She keep snapping on me, then get back at it
And she know that I be gone
While I'm working she think that I'm **** ing with hoes then
[Chorus]
She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”
And I'm peeping that she got her ex calling , tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”
And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I aint no average
Baby I'm with the static, he lackin I promise you under the bridge, we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I'm violent, yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that
Then the nigga gon die, yea
I get em gone
New lil Patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether I'm wrong
Whenever I'm busy don't pick up my phone
But you know that I'm calling right after the tone
[Verse 2]
****in wit a Birkin, she counting up guap though
If I see what I like then I'm killing it
Trappin out of this hoe feel like Ralo
You can't step in my shoes, you don't fit in
I been right up with the demons, yea
I just spent all the bands out in Neimans, yea
Put the racks in the back of the Beamer
And they hated the fact I put racks in my jeans
And they hated the fact that no nigga can reach me
You been tryna come up, now you see me
Run it back, she gon keep it on repeat
I just spent 100 on her body
My niggas forever wit it, catch a body
Imma tell that naggin hoe again, yea
[Pre-Chorus]
VVs up, new big Patek
Two B's up, I'm big brackin
Bloody my feet, I'm big steppin
New white coat, that Moncler
Gotta big thot, don't mind her
Bitch get the * *** from round here
She got a mother****in bad habit
She keep snapping on me, then get back at it
And she know that I be gone
While I' m working she think that I'm ****ing with hoes then
[Chorus]
She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”
And I'm peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”
And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I aint no average
Baby I'm with the static, he lackin I promise you under the bridge, we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I'm violent, yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that
Then the nigga gon die, yea
I get em gone
New lil Patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether I'm wrong
Whenever I'm busy don't pick up my phone
But you know that I'm calling right after the tone
[Outro]
Hm
Hmm
Hm, hm ya ya
Hm, hm, hm, mm
Ya ya ya
I'm gon **** on this money like a thot hoe
All these hunnids on me, what I got though
Runnin up for the bank, she a thot hoe
Nigga run up on me you gon die though
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