Текст песни I Gotta Habit - Max B
We
bout
to
go
in
on
this
one
Travel
new
artist,
nah
mean
It's
like
we
all
got
that
special
person
we
love
you
know
A
little
ride
or
die
you
know
Let
me
tell
you
bout
mine
Ain't
nothing
like
a
ride
or
die
bitch
She
come
through
and
throw
the
fifty
up
Love
to
fuck
she
even
roll
the
piffy
up
Who
that
in
the
swiffy
truck
Son
with
the
blicky
tucked
Federally
tried
to
hit
me
up
But,
my
bitch
she
nice
behind
the
wheel
I
be
popping
out
the
window,
I'm
nicer
with
the
steel
One
thing
a
nigga
could
say
is
that
the
heists'
they
be
real
She
gonna
shoot
a
nigga
dead
like
she
licensed
to
kill
She
always
tell
her
friends
bout
me,
the
pipping
is
real
Let
me
control
the
tempo
baby
cause
I'm
nice
with
the
peel
(chill)
I
want
you
on
your
belly
quick
Max
is
the
good
side,
I'm
on
my
biggavelli
shit
Riding
to
the
party,
her
thighs
touching
the
shotty
My
eyes
touching
her
body,
got
her
high
off
bacardi
(ayy)
Bitch
had
the
nerve
to
take
a
piss
in
the
lobby
Now
she
talking
bout
catching
a
body
(wtf
baby)
Cause
I
want
you
I
gotta
have
you
And
I
need
you
It's
just
like
I
got
a
habit
(I
need
a
fix,
I
need
that
thing
baby)
Now
my
baby
no
I
got
it
under
control
Never
would
she
crack
under
pressure
or
would
she
fold
She
ain't
with
that
bullshit
my
baby
girl
she
bold
Say
a
prayer
for
you,
give
you
long
kisses
goodnight
then
fill
u
with
some
holes
Riding
in
the
rolls,
cruising
in
the
third
lane
This
my
first
time
around
I'm
doing
it
for
byrd
gang
We
them
niggas
hitting
them
switches
We
cook
them
drugs
in
the
kitchen
We
getting
bitches,
i
got
love
for
my
bitches
Got
black
girls,
puertorican,
even
got
them
chinese
Ecuadorian,
white,
even
got
them
guyanese
Ya'll
know
how
to
find
me,
lenox
ave
7th
ave
Say
wassup
to
my
mother,
I
never
had
a
better
dad
Say
wassup
to
my
brother
and
love
to
the
women
That's
holding
my
nigga
down
while
he
sitting
in
prison
You
don't
know
how
a
nigga
living
Let's
not
talk
about
the
past
let's
just
forget
it
(let's
just
forget
it,
bang
bang)
Cause
I
want
you
I
gotta
have
you
And
I
need
you
It's
just
like
I
got
a
habit
(I
need
a
fix,
I
need
that
thing
baby)
The
closer
I
get
The
better
you
make
me
feel
She
telling
me
money
don't
make
the
man
You
ain't
gotta
pretend
to
me
Before
you
were
my
lover
first
baby
you
were
a
friend
to
me
I'm
the
kid
bitch
imagine
my
work
Been
clubbing,
fucking
bitches
all
of
that
shit
is
work
Had
to
get
up
on
them
titties
started
grabbing
the
shirt
I'm
a
love
you
down
put
you
on
your
back
and
then
work
Make
her
wet
it
up
put
it
in
take
what
it's
worth
I
be
popping
more
bottles
than
the
package
at
work
All
my
bitches
throw
your
hands
in
the
sky
Let's
get
it
poppin,
get
high
and
for
your
nigga
just
be
ready
to
ride
I
hit
the
road
and
kiss
my
baby
goodbye
That's
when
she
hit
me
with
the
look
in
her
eye
(she
said)
Its
ya
boy
Max
B
baby
We
doin
4 gang
bang
this
4 all
da
ladies
out
there
Bird
Gang
It's
ya
boy
Biggavel
with
another
musical
classic
for
you
niggas
You
gotta
love
it,
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