I Gotta Habit

We 'bout to go in on this one (Mafia)

Travel the waters

Yah 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 nothin' 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?

Sunk with the blicky tucked

Federales tried to hit me up, but

My bitch, she nice behind the wheel

I be poppin' out the window, I'm nicer with the steel

One thin' 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 pipin' is real

Let me control the tempo, baby, 'cause I'm nice with the pill, chill

Uh, I want you on your belly quick

Max is the good side, I'm on my Biggaveli shit

Ridin' to the party, her thighs touchin' the shotty

My eyes touchin' her body, got her high off Bacardi

Uh, bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby

Now she talkin' 'bout catchin' 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, like I need a 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

Ridin' in the Rolls, cruisin' in the third lane

This my first time around, I'm doin' it for Byrd Gang

We them niggas hittin' them switches, we cook the drugs in the kitchens

We gettin' riches, 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 holdin' my nigga down while he sittin' in prison

You don't know how a nigga livin' (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, like I need a 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 tellin' 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 clubbin', fuckin' bitches, all of that shit is work

Had to get up on them titties, started grabbin' 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 poppin' 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

Uh, 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, like I need a 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 doin' 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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