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bad habits - justin rarri lyrics

[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 b*tches, i’m cutting these hoes get the f*ck from around me
gotta get right back, stack the bread keep countin’
no a n*gga don’t care, shoot his dome i’m wildin
i could admit that its my fault, all these b*tches walked in
she do not know what its like just to live like a rockstar, all my n*ggas walked in
that boy i know that he cappin’, i swear that he not hard, why the f*ck he be getting it
[pre*chorus]
vvs up, new big patek
two b’s up, i’m big brackin
bl**dy my feet, i’m big steppin’
new white coat, that moncler
gotta big thot, don’t mind her
b*tch get the f*ck from round here
she got a motherf*ckin’ 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 f*cking with hoes then

[chorus]
she want chanelly, the big bag, told that b*tch, “who the f*ck is ya daddy”
and i’m peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that f*ck n*gga, “i got a backend”
and i might catch a body if you talking about it, i promise you i ain’t 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 n*gga 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]
f*ckin wit a birkin, she counting up guap though
if i see what i like then i’m k!lling 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas 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
bl**dy my feet, i’m big steppin’
new white coat, that moncler
gotta big thot, don’t mind her
b*tch get the f*ck from round here
she got a motherf*ckin’ 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 f*cking with hoes then
[chorus]
she want chanelly, the big bag, told that b*tch, “who the f*ck is ya daddy”
and i’m peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that f*ck n*gga, “i got a backend”
and i might catch a body if you talking about it, i promise you i ain’t 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 n*gga 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’ f*ck 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
n*gga run up on me you gon’ die though

- justin rarri lyrics

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