Lite Fortunato, ThouxanBanFauni - Bad Habits lyrics
[Lite Fortunato, ThouxanBanFauni - Bad Habits lyrics]
Trixx aye, uhh
TTB, SRT srt, Srt
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a
Lean slow, make a lil nigga
Curbside serve dope at the birds I sold when
Rolling a Russian, I feel like a Russian
It's Russian Roulette they gon
Kill you for nothing
Why you asking me questions
Why you showing me that, you a dealer or sum
I give em a budget, the killas they come
The his pockets, they Benjamin Button
Boy you pushing the buttons
You acting so shady you get
Shot in the function
Red, red, in love with the Tussin'
Death bed, they kill you in public
Could tell that you a stranger
You changing the subject
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a
Yeah, yeah
Keeping them straps on me John Connor
Stupid lil bitch I'll lie to
You, the judge, the jury, your honor
Death before dishonor
I pipe baby down like a plumber
She a very freaky girl
Get head in the front of the Hummer
I name my strap imma the bitch
Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer
Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer
Tour just ended but we still
City to city with it
Niggas out here road running
Yeah I'm a real roadrunner
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a
TTB, SRT srt, Srt
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a
Lean slow, make a lil nigga
Curbside serve dope at the birds I sold when
Rolling a Russian, I feel like a Russian
It's Russian Roulette they gon
Kill you for nothing
Why you asking me questions
Why you showing me that, you a dealer or sum
I give em a budget, the killas they come
The his pockets, they Benjamin Button
Boy you pushing the buttons
You acting so shady you get
Shot in the function
Red, red, in love with the Tussin'
Death bed, they kill you in public
Could tell that you a stranger
You changing the subject
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a
Yeah, yeah
Keeping them straps on me John Connor
Stupid lil bitch I'll lie to
You, the judge, the jury, your honor
Death before dishonor
I pipe baby down like a plumber
She a very freaky girl
Get head in the front of the Hummer
I name my strap imma the bitch
Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer
Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer
Tour just ended but we still
City to city with it
Niggas out here road running
Yeah I'm a real roadrunner
Good nigga with bad habit's
Sticks in the couch and the mattress
Glock 17 all plastic
Me and Fauni make the scene tragic forreal
They murder for hire, they feind to kill
I feel like a I was born in the field
I feel like a