paroles de chanson Exspenisve Habits - Bustdown Vic

Shhhh phhhh
That's what we doing now?
Never seen the snakes before but I see them now
Gatta keep the grass cut, gatta keep them out
Feeling like sleepy with the forces, I'ma stomp them out

Bust a left, then take a right at the light
Just Like a match, ima ignite when I strike

Told you once If you touch me
The only fighting you doing
Is the fighting for your mother fucking life

Gps, send the addy ima map it out
Put on a zip and a dream ima trap out
Mob the bay, yaddamean, I think we wildin' out
They aint believe in my wave but look who surfing now

They be whispering but damn they be speaking loud
Not gone lie they up the score but we even now
I'm there if it's about cash money, yeah them big amounts

Too hot, where the ice? I needa Cool it down
Who the fuck slapping the Mac turn it stupid loud
They said we had a problem but it's chilling now
Ima be honest I don't even know what they on about

They love it at my lowest, hate me at my highest
I tried to put them on but they think I'm lying
Sports plus mode in the bens when I drive it
But I ain't be driving bitch you know I'm flying

Rip drew, rip Juan, rip gabe
You blow Bitch smoke, I'll smoke a pound by the day
I don't wanna hear you speak cuz when you speak it sound like hate
Expensive habits when you sip my cup, expensive what you taste

But you ain't finna sip my cup
Hell nah, unc crazy for pouring baby bottles up
The thing is he pours until the baby bottle pops
Unc, I'm worried about your Heath, put the baby bottles up
(Pop)

Put the baby bottles up!
(Your the baby)
I'm in the club with a dub
(I'm finna dub hoe)
You in the presence of a thug
Go n roll me out my rug
Niggas running off on plugs

Get him treated like ah dug, I'm in the booth off drugs
Leave a nigga in the mud, just for acting like he tuff
Rich did the beat, so you know I beat it up
I got weapons on my lap we don't put them in the trunk

Leave a nigga stuck in a hard place
My niggas they don't play this ain't no arcade
Chase a nigga down off in broad day
These niggas always slippin' cuz they party
The bitch gave the drop where he locate
Pull up in October with like 2 dracs
Ima street Nigga you was onna... Okay... (Okay)
I was inna streets, you titty boy like you 2 chains