BAD HABITS lyrics

by

Baker Ya Maker


[Intro]
Cut off your mind

[Hook]
b*tch I'm smoking blunts in traffic
And I'm trafficking a bad b*tch
I got some bad habits
Flick my wrist it look like magic
The world is f*cked its fulla madness
Born wit a broken soul its tragic
Stash the money in the attic
I love that pus*y ima addict

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling good I'm living lavish
Pull my di*k out then I stab it
They always want it never had it
Yung Wavy blowing cabbage

[Hook]
b*tch I'm smoking blunts in traffic
And I'm trafficking a bad b*tch
I got some bad habits
Flick my wrist it look like magic
The world is f*cked its fulla madness
Born wit a broken soul its tragic
Stash the money in the attic
I love that pus*y ima addict

[Verse 2]
f*ck a cop f*ck 12
f*ck life f*ck hell
I smoke a blunt then cast a spell
I killed myself and lived to tell
Middle finger f*ck the public
I'm sick of life I'm sick of struggling
I'm coppin Louis lugz and Gucci now
I'm like some drugs she wanna do me now

[Hook]
b*tch I'm smoking blunts in traffic
And I'm trafficking a bad b*tch
I got some bad habits
Flick my wrist it look like magic
The world is f*cked its fulla madness
Born wit a broken soul its tragic
Stash the money in the attic
I love that pus*y ima addict

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