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bad habits - ralo lyrics

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[verse 1: ralo]
imma run it up till i can’t no more
sell out the pack till it ain’t no more
i told my n*ggas we can’t go broke
i got some habbits i can’t control
i buy my b*tch everything she wanting
[?] money
baby you know that we came from nothing
we did not go through that pain for nothing
mama ain’t got no job
ain’t gon let her get no job
soon as this sh*t get hard
[?] robbed
i promised my n*ggas [?]
[?]
see how they rocking the hurricane
my n*ggas be f*cking up everything

[chorus: ralo]
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?
[verse 2: shy glizzy]
some of my n*ggas, they crippin
some of my n*ggas, they bloods
some of my n*ggas, they muslem
all of my n*ggas, they thuggin
none of my n*ggas ain’t tussling
you play with them, get to busting
p*ssy ass n*ggas, can’t touch them
[?]
i treat my b*tch like [?]
she say i’m her favorite [?]
all of my partners got gualla
broke n*ggas, they make me [?]
see glizzy come through with the lama
i make your block shake like it’s harlem
glizzy [?]
these n*ggas, they don’t want no problems
they don’t wanna work, and it’s [?]
they just wanna sit on they ass
got [?]
b*tch shut up, and go blow a bag
[?] looking for [?]
i got [?] right on the dash
she wanted a n*gga with class
she wanted a n*gga with swag
[chorus: ralo]
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?

[verse 3: ralo]
never [?]
we always gotta go and make it happen
even if we do not make it rapping
i know that my n*ggas gon make it happen
we in this sh*t forever
go through this sh*t together
fell off [?] the law
never got caught
i don’t know how
i [?]
[?] water
i made my n*ggas my brothers
we do not f*ck with others
we came from sleeping on air bags
i see my lil brother [?]
[?] gun on the floor
the only time i ever called [?]
[?] protect himself
who would’ve thought he’d k!ll himself?
we used to [?] everyone else
[?]
[?]
we ain’t ask daddy for sh*t
never gon break down crying
we just gon break down the bricks
[chorus: ralo]
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?
i put my b*tch in designer
i told my n*ggas i got ’em
n*ggas be asking for problems
they gon be asking who shot him?

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