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dillboss - habits lyrics

hook:
speed it down (aye, aye)
slow it up (aye)
hit the club (aye, aye)
deuce up (aye)
all love (aye, aye)
we don’t want no troub– (aye)
calm down (aye, aye)
loose up (aye)
speed it down (speed it down, aye)
slow it up (slow it up, aye)
hit the club (hit the club, aye)
deuce up (deuces up, aye)
all love (all love, aye)
we don’t want no troub– (no troub, aye)
calm down (calm down, aye)
loose up (loose up, aye)

verse 1 [dillboss]:
i used to be a lover boy
she turned me to a savage
she said i’m goin’ nowhere like i been a batting average
but all my women bad guess i got bad habits
so i went to my habits
and now i’m livin’ lavish
i ain’t never farmed but
i been steady countin’ cabbage
got a bigger package
plus she knows the stacks h-t
put the s all on my chest so much they swear i’m tatted
work the flow no magic
grindin’ for that patek
cuffin’ dimeys only strictly been in tens
i left her she went the lames so i won’t mess with that again
only grinding for the paper, cake, and wins
had so many late nights my future never could be dim
and all my homies big dawgs and they bustin’ up the rim
and all my singles pop off they been jumpin’ out the gym
and i cut the snakes off had to make a little trim
gonna speed it down lil mama let’s get lit with all your friends

verse 2 [deli]:
dirty money, dirty money
i know i’m in college but i never study
i’m bout to take your lil girl and her buddy
i’m bout to flip me a pack for the money
catchin up on me you knew it was comin
pull up at [?] smellin like strong
only gone text her if she in a thong
ready to get it i’m endin’ ’em mall
60 to 40 i’m new rick and morty
i’m in the lab where the airport is shorty
i tell you the come up, ain’t no borin story
head of the bull like i’m playing for jordan
glow up is real, the glow up is real
it ain’t even friday i’m poppin these pills
wrist be so cold it’s making me ill
i pull up with boss and they all know the deal (aye)
bend it over like the arch
empty your pocket we know it ain’t large
all of that flexin’ we know it ain’t hard
my baby an angel she come from the stars
you on that fendi you still ache
rockin that gucci we know it ain’t real
i got that venomous sk!ll
the scope of that sniper ain’t never concealed
i did the math like most def
i get to the cash i don’t rest
that chick really bad at floor s-x
she send me her t-ts through snap text
told her to send me address (whoa, whoa, whoa)
told her to send me address
i’m on the way i need mapquest

verse 3 [pres]:
yo chili, she told me she live in ladue
she like the way that i move
what about you
come here and step on my shoes
taking the fame and i’m rockin on trues
running my city like i am the blues
stanley cup we coming for you
i am no punk i [?]
like jayson tatum i pull up and shoot (money)
feeling myself should be on the news
my ex want me back she sending me clues
i told her “you trippin

- dillboss lyrics

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