Vices

I had to leave these bitches alone
Nothing positive but that head when they hittin' my phone
If they ain't giving me dome, then they can't ride on chrome
Fuckin' with 'em, look up too much money and time gone
And both of those are a premium
So hoes I ain't seeing 'em, never do I skeet in 'em
Bitch you crazy you will never have my baby
And no matter how you feel you will never be my lady
OK

I got too many bad habits, got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, I love to shoot dices
I love bad bitches
The ones that we ain't wifing
I got too many bad habits, got too many vices
I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, I love to shoot dices
I love to ball hard, where I don't look at prices
I got too many bad habits, got too many vices

I spend a lot of money on the um fairer sex
This gets me in a lot of trouble
Cars and women?
I guess
Fast cars, fast women?
Well, um, some are slow
Cars or the women?
Both
OK

My daddy taught me less vices then I got more money
But I'm tryna get all the money I ain't never gotta worry
My vision blurry, maybe its the liquor
Maybe it's one too many times I got a little too litty
Watched so many niggas ball
Have it all, then fall
If they money holla, I ain't tryna miss a call
Still life a gamble and a game
Put it all on the line if you tryna win it mane

I got too many bad habits, got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, I love to shoot dices
I love bad bitches
The ones that we ain't wifing
I got too many bad habits, got too many vices
I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, I love to shoot dices
I love to ball hard, where I don't look at prices
I got too many bad habits, got too many vices



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Mcdaniel
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