42 Dugg — Habit

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[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Why I’m too
Did it on my own, all it took was a couple
(Helluva made this beat, baby) Ayy

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Five hunnid thou’, still, I’d never pay to fuck her (Bitch)
Five main bitches, just don’t ever say I’m cuffin’ (At all)
Five pills in, still yelling, «Free my brother» (Free dem boys)
It’s a little loose, still would never catch me slippin’ (Skrrt)
Six South from the corner, all in my with my niggas
Twelve poles deep, at least ten on a mission
My old soul’s ain’t shit, fuck her friend and his mistress (Look)
Bitch, don’t catch me in no picture, you know how I like to play it (I do)
I keep it young, I ain’t even gotta say it (At all)
And bitch I gotta habit, still won’t catch me with no dancer
A lotta bitches nasty, they be fuckin’ all on camera (Nasty)
A lotta niggas petty, they be smokin’ all on bammer (Reggie)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ with no condom (Raw)
Bitch, I got a habit, I put diamonds in both watches (Both of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t stay up out of Nieman’s (Nope)
Bitch, I got a habit, turn your Patek to a demon (Skrrt)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t get enough of spending’ (Dog shit)
Bitch, I got a habit, I got all my cars tinted (All of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ gettin’ head (Freak bitch)
Bitch, I got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (I do)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Roll forty-one bitch to the hood, this a Grammy (Trophy)
Rolls forty-one, but to the hood, she like Tammy (Ratchet)
Bad bitches love me, ho niggas can’t stand me
Nigga, I ain’t got no friends, only enemies and family
I keep some chicken long for all of y’all means
I’m the one signin’ deals for five thousand beans (Me)
Prolly serve fentanyl to five thousand fiends
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, I be on ten
Son only one, he can buy his own Benz (Or anything)
Hell nah, I ain’t loyal, bitch, I wanna fuck your friends (Where she at?)
Hoes ain’t shit, bitch, and I ain’t either
I ain’t got a bitch, ho, so I ain’t cheatin’ (Huh, ask around)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ with no condom (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a habit, I put diamonds in both watches (Both of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t stay up out of Nieman’s (Nope)
Bitch, I got a habit, turn your Patek to a demon (Skrrt)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t get enough of spending’ (Dog shit)
Bitch, I got a habit, I got all my cars tinted (All of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ gettin’ head (Freak bitch)
Bitch, I got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (I do)

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
Ugh, ugh, go
Ballin’ is a habit, I just do it, I don’t practice (No)
Never losin’ sleep, five hunnid K up on the mattress (Pillow)
Trappin’ and I’m rappin’, baby I’m the perfect package
She ain’t got nothin’ to offer, I just like her ’cause she ratchet (Ugh)
To balance out the Percocet, I threw me back an Addy (Ugh)
Gave her raw dick, now she can’t stop callin’ me daddy (Stop)
Bought a hunnid guns, we got choppers all in traffic (Brrr)
Engine in the back, foreign car came with gadget (Poof, skrrt, ayy)
Go (Brrr)
Money on my phone (Hello?)
Styrofoam, hunnid dollar zone (Lane)
When I was on the come up, they wouldn’t throw a dog a bone
Get rich off a couple songs, still the the boy a strong (Bitch)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ with no condom (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a habit, I put diamonds in both watches (Both of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t stay up out of Nieman’s (Nope)
Bitch, I got a habit, turn your Patek to a demon (Skrrt)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t get enough of spending’ (Dog shit)
Bitch, I got a habit, I got all my cars tinted (All of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ gettin’ head (Freak bitch)
Bitch, I got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (I do)