Habits Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah yeah

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All my habits expensive

Fuck I look like being broke

Do too much Do too much

She swear I do the most

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All my bitches bad

take em shopping up in saks

Treat em all the same

Know with me no strings attached

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Pape up on my mind

You can tell by my demeanor

Money come and go

These bitches too so you can keep her

Do what I do don't need a reason

I'm in the field you in the bleachers

Lately I been scheming

(Scheming)

Lately she been feigning

Yeah

Ian got no love

Blood cold

I'm anemic

I was cooling

But they done woke up the demon

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High off these drugs

Ion speak cause it ain't needed

In sum fast

Couldn't even tell that I was speeding, yeah

They like how the fuck he do that

How he make that shit look easy

Ian even try

But these people wanna be me

Ballin every season

Play with me, you meet the reaper

Just want her, Ion need her

SRT know I abuse it

This bit here a groupie

She want me to mention her in my music

I'm high, Ian stupid

Can't love you, Ian cupid

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All this Louie V on me you'll think they sponsor me

Don't need you honestly

I roll Opps in grabba Leafs

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Switching outta veecs

Just be jumping in an outta whips

Trouble follow me

I steer away but it's in the rear

Za keep me at peace

Being broke my only fear

Never in the clear

That's just how I feel

If I sign a deal

I'm making plays in Beverly hills

She just met her idol

When I speak it give her chills

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Ian linking up ain't doing songs

These niggas weird

(Weird as hell)

Being broke is a disease and yeen cured

Get up in that mood

Don't talk to me don't wanna hear it

(Don't wanna hear it)

I'm living lavish

I look up see chandeliers

(Lavish)

The Pape you niggas made

I done smoked that Ina year

Niggas made, I done smoked that Ina year

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