Lyrics Habitual - Chuuwee

Habitual

Still speaking on my name and it ain’t true
Still speaking on my dame and it ain’t cool
Ha ha ha ha, bitch I ain’t you
Still doing all the thing’s that you can’t do (x2)
Pose on a hoe like a photo
Low-pros rolvos I’m in go mode
Cash clay black face and a gold rose
Ass great but her waist is so so
So so i ride scrape in the slow lane
Fo Fo on the waist for a slow folk
Slow poke, don’t hate what you don’t know
That’s a no no
Don’t sleep on the floor like Miguel Coto, don’t
Don’t test me, this ain’t no exit exam
And you won’t pass, you won’t last
Nice whip but there’s no fuel
Gassed up, you the last in the lap lux
You get passed up with a dutch in my right hand
Left grab nuts, if you ain’t dumb then you better be that tough
If it goes foul you can’t really blame bad luck
It you don’t know nigga know i ain’t nothing to fuck with
Still speaking on my name and it ain’t true
Still speaking on my dame and it ain’t cool
Ha ha ha ha, bitch I ain’t you
Still doing all the thing’s that you can’t do (x2)
Yeah
In a desert in the field with my flat clothes
You was hiding in the back like a tadpole
Do a hunnid in a dash with my black clothes
What you mad for?
I just made a whole stack just to do a rap show
And I’m still living lowkey
Still pull up to the spot with the OG’s
Still riding on license and blow trees
Never roll deep, it’s just me and a yellow bone freak
Four seat on the creep like TLC
Download like DLC, i’m everywhere like PVP
It’s me and her like PVE
It’s me and her split screen like PSP, uh
Too sporty not the CSP
The Ice Princess froze up when she met me
Lady Love got fucked soon as she let me
Sent Death «lol's» back when he texts me
Still speaking on my name and it ain’t true
Still speaking on my dame and it ain’t cool
Ha ha ha ha, bitch I ain’t you
Still doing all the thing’s that you can’t do (x4)