Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Gotta Habit , by - Max B. Release date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Gotta Habit |
| 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 |
| Ain’t nothing like a ride or die bitch |
| She come through and throw the fifty up |
| Love to fuck 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 bitch she nice behind the wheel |
| I be popping out the window, I’m nicer with the steel |
| One thing a nigga could say is that the heists' they be real |
| She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she licensed to kill |
| 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 shit |
| Riding to the party, her thighs touching the shotty |
| My eyes touching her body, got her high off bacardi (ayy) |
| Bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby |
| Now she talking bout catching a body (wtf baby) |
| 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) |
| Now my baby no I got it under control |
| Never would she crack under pressure or would she fold |
| She ain’t with that bullshit 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 niggas hitting them switches |
| We cook them drugs in the kitchen |
| We getting bitches, i got love for my bitches |
| 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 wassup to my mother, I never had a better dad |
| Say wassup to my brother and love to the women |
| That’s holding my nigga down while he sitting in prison |
| You don’t know how a nigga living |
| Let’s not talk about the past let’s just forget it (let's just forget it, |
| bang bang) |
| 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) |
| The closer I get |
| The better you make me feel |
| 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 bitch imagine my work |
| Been clubbing, fucking bitches all of that shit is work |
| Had to get up on them titties 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 bitches throw your hands in the sky |
| Let’s get it poppin, get high and for your nigga 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) |
| 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 classic for you niggas |
| You gotta love it, owwww |