Bad Habits (feat. Meeno Giinchy) [Radio Edit]

Man you niggas ain't done enough
Meeno told me to set it off
My money colourful
She bought a brand new body just to fuck it up
Pop him like Tylenol
Till they find out he ain't popping at all
Gave Albi ten percent
So I dare y'all to play with one of my dawgs
Now I'm laughing
Hotel rooms was lit couldn't help but trash it
Perkie got me lit
And I got it for Brampton
Do this shit everyday I put it on my mama
I'm wide awake can't go to sleep busy collecting commas
Ahh yeah
Make him disappear
I'm the man of the year
Yeah I know it ain't fair
Ahh yeah
Turn your dream to nightmares
Better go say your prayers
My baby look like a vixen
Can't tell if they facts or fiction
Bad bitch popping off
Love to pop pussy
And pop prescriptions
Got to get the bag
Get it flipped
This right here top tier
Take one shot do or die
Nigga and you know you don't want to miss it

I'm your favourite rappers favourite rappers favourite trapper
Put ye in plastic
Stay on back strips cause I hate the traffic
Got plays in brantford
I'm still tackling like the Green Bay Packers
Real ones will say this word for word even if you play this backwards
Out in the burbs I know my way around them gated mansions
How we make it work when all the agents try to take advantage
I came from the dirt
Straight out the pavement I paint on the canvas
Soul came before merch shit I was waiting for the perfect balance
Remember days in church when I was praying asking lord for answers
Told me I'm going to flourish if I merge my hustle with my talent
Built up my endurance push this muscle till it's out of Gallons
You got you no insurance on this truck so don't you ride on Allen
And that thirteen division
Give your ass a challenge
I just served a fiend some hit he from the Thousand Island
Herbs for the cheap we get it from divine Italians
Learn from your weaknesses it gives you stronger habits



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Writer(s): Claude Rhoden
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