Max B - I Gotta Habit lyrics

We 'bout to go in on this one (Mafia)
Travel the waters you know what I mean?
It's like, we all got that
Special person we love, you know?
A lil' 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 spiffy truck?
Son with the blicky tucked
Federales 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 the heists
They be real she gon' shoot a nigga dead
Like she licensed to kill
She always tell her friends about me
The piping is real


Let me control the tempo, baby, 'cause
I'm nice with the peel, chill
Uh, 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
Uh, bitch had the nerve to take
A piss in the lobby
Now she talking 'bout catching a body
(What the fuck?)

'Cause, I want you
('Cause, I want you, want you, baby)
I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing)
And I need you
(And I need you, need you, baby)
It's just like I got a habit
I want you (I want you, I got that fix)
I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby)
And I need you (And I need you, uh)
It's just like I got a habit

Now, my baby know I got it under control
Never would she crack under pressure
Or would she fold (Nope)
She ain't with that bullshit, my baby girl
She bold say a prayer for you, give
You long kisses goodnight
Then fill you 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 the drugs in the kitchens
We getting ritches, I got love for my bitches
Got Black girls, Puerto Rican
Even got 'em Chinese
Ecuadorian, white, even got 'em Guyanese
Y'all know how to find me, Lenox Ave, 7th Ave
Say what's up to my mother
I never had a better dad
Say what's up 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
(You don't know)
Let's not talk about the past
Let's just forget it
(Let's just forget it, baby)

'Cause, I want you
('Cause, I want you, want you, baby)
I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing)
And I need you
(And I need you, need you, baby)
It's just like I got a habit
I want you (I want you, I got that fix)
I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby)
And I need you (And I need you, uh)
It's just like I got a habit

The closer I get (Mafia)
The better you make me the closer I get
The better you make me
The closer I get (Don't be like that, baby)
The better you make me 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 was my lover, first, baby
You was a friend to me (yeah)
I'm the kid, bitch, imagine my worth
Been clubbing, fucking bitches
All of that shit is work
Had to get up on them titties
Started grabbing the shirt
I'ma lay you down, put you on your back
And then work make her wet it up, put it in
Tap 'til it squirt
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, kiss my baby goodbye
That's when she hit me with
That look in her eye she said

'Cause, I want you
('Cause, I want you, want you, baby)
I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing)
And I need you
(And I need you, need you, baby)
It's just like I got a habit
I want you (I want you, I got that fix)
I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby)
And I need you (And I need you, uh)
It's just like I got a habit

Yeah it's your boy Doctor B, baby
Smoke a stogie to this one
We doing this one for Gain Greene
For all the ladies out there byrd Gang
It's your boy Biggavel with another
Musical classic for you niggas gotta love it
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