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Irvo - Habits (feat. Kur) Lyrics



Irvo - Habits (feat. Kur) Lyrics
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Never miss a step
Spare in the moment
Hopping on a jet
How the hotel room got a elevator and a step
Let me come correct
Maids coming
Cleaning up the
Cleaning up the mess
I was drunk as f*ck walking out of encore I'm a wreck
I done got respect I done got the power
I done got a check
A lot of my homies they all turned sour but that's how it go when you bouta be next
Im at the reo im rolling flower and yes ima face it cuz im feeling stressed
Bitches I pipped up don't mean nun I gave them hoes more when they should of got less
Im telling wan everyday man im finna get fresh
When you fresh man you goin do ya best
I'm riding witch forever till death
F*ck if they bet ima bet on my self
Dawg I aint never give up on myself
Prolly gave up on these hoes and some of my bros
I got nun left
Ima ride this out till I take my last breathe
Even if I ain't getting no help
It was times when I couldn't explain how I felt
Im not really sure how I felt
Off of these shrooms and I looked in the mirror
It look like my face bouta melt
Loui my waist on my belt
Groupies they chasing a check
I smoke a face get in that
Top of the suite in a nest
Chilled with some freaks and they pressed
I ain't that easily impressed
I came from the best of the best
Rest in peace wheezy a south Philly soldier had died now that's on my chest
Life a humble you
You can go back to clark kent when you just had a s on a chest
I was a jit riding around wit splash life on my hoodie out making mess
Mama was glad ain't jump off the porch
Me kur and coop used to chill on the steps
I tried to build me a wave up on tiktok
Doing whatever I can just to get hot
Yea ugh
Minus the fake shit
Niggas would copy my style now I hate it
Bitches be all my dick I'm they favorite
People they call me the goat I'm the greatest
I made it here wit the ones that I slaved wit
Can't call that nigga my slime cuz he snake shit
Too many hoes for to many occasions
To many diamonds jumping out the face
To many bitches different kind of races
To many hoes for me to try and chase you
To many games for you try to play me
Skirt in the lot I pulled up in a (skrttttt)
Tracksuit fresh my kicks I had the ASICS
I made it here and I ain't have to fake it
I made it here and I ain't have to what
I made it here
Number 1 bro I'm the pick of the year
I'll bring the mops to ya house and the gats to ya house
Let a nigga try pop off with mair
2 bad bitches blowing up my phone any hoe ion want ima pass em to sirr like that
Nigga my wrist like that
They put this beat on a plate and you know that I ate
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Never miss a step
Spare in the moment
Hopping on a jet
How the hotel room got a elevator and a step
Let me come correct
Maids coming
Cleaning up the
Cleaning up the mess
I was drunk as f*ck walking out of encore I'm a wreck
I done got respect I done got the power
I done got a check
A lot of my homies they all turned sour but that's how it go when you bouta be next
Im at the reo im rolling flower and yes ima face it cuz im feeling stressed
Bitches I pipped up don't mean nun I gave them hoes more when they should of got less
Im telling wan everyday man im finna get fresh
When you fresh man you goin do ya best
I'm riding witch forever till death
F*ck if they bet ima bet on my self
Dawg I aint never give up on myself
Prolly gave up on these hoes and some of my bros
I got nun left
Ima ride this out till I take my last breathe
Even if I ain't getting no help
It was times when I couldn't explain how I felt
Im not really sure how I felt
Off of these shrooms and I looked in the mirror
It look like my face bouta melt
Loui my waist on my belt
Groupies they chasing a check
I smoke a face get in that
Top of the suite in a nest
Chilled with some freaks and they pressed
I ain't that easily impressed
I came from the best of the best
Rest in peace wheezy a south Philly soldier had died now that's on my chest
Life a humble you
You can go back to clark kent when you just had a s on a chest
I was a jit riding around wit splash life on my hoodie out making mess
Mama was glad ain't jump off the porch
Me kur and coop used to chill on the steps
I tried to build me a wave up on tiktok
Doing whatever I can just to get hot
Yea ugh
Minus the fake shit
Niggas would copy my style now I hate it
Bitches be all my dick I'm they favorite
People they call me the goat I'm the greatest
I made it here wit the ones that I slaved wit
Can't call that nigga my slime cuz he snake shit
Too many hoes for to many occasions
To many diamonds jumping out the face
To many bitches different kind of races
To many hoes for me to try and chase you
To many games for you try to play me
Skirt in the lot I pulled up in a (skrttttt)
Tracksuit fresh my kicks I had the ASICS
I made it here and I ain't have to fake it
I made it here and I ain't have to what
I made it here
Number 1 bro I'm the pick of the year
I'll bring the mops to ya house and the gats to ya house
Let a nigga try pop off with mair
2 bad bitches blowing up my phone any hoe ion want ima pass em to sirr like that
Nigga my wrist like that
They put this beat on a plate and you know that I ate
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Writer: Andre Irvin
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Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Andre Irvin

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