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UptownBodega - Bad Habits (feat. Naboogiee) Lyrics




I really like to get drink n f*ck
But act like I don't want to
Hit u wit that 1, 2
Saw my brother cop a 9 and told em i need one too
If 5 pull us over I ain't stopping bitch, I run thru
Lights, like the northern skies
High on the FDR
Drive, like New Jersey Drive
Thrive, when I'm on the white
Guys try to stop my shine
But u can't stop dun
No, no there's no eclipsing me
Shorty wanna bone I bring her back like some history
My niggas stand outside so long they soles is looking worn
I dont wanna sell my uncle drugs my soul is really torn
But his money still green
N he need what he need
N I need what I need
Ironically all I need is a couple more ounces
Feds start to sniff my nig we switching up the houses
My attitude is like Prince bouncing on some couches
That's game nigga blouses
Rollin up the herb I need my dutches by the thousands

I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill out
Shit need a drink now
I gotta bad smoking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Na I'm tryna smoke out
Shit I need a blunt now
I got a bad bitch problem
And I'm tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
Shit I need a bitch now
I said I got couple bad habits
Tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
But I could never chill out

Lyrically speaking ima priest or a deacon
Fear of God on me but im chilling with the heathens
Two tone Benz, interior butter pecan
Im Kyrie wit the rock pussy stop reaching
Matter fact i play the bench, Brad Stevens
Run ya mouth like a faucet wonder why u leaking
F*ck the pork Muslim nigga chilling where the beef is
I know u graduated but the ock still teaching
Better sharpen up ur pencil at the meeting
Lochness on the beat Boogie stay beastin
And its f*ck 12 any time u see them
I mix the Henny cop of ice splash wit the Seagrams
F*cked ur bitch wit a nice slight grin
Dark clouds circling when the kid writing
Brainstorming, got the corners on Josh Norman
Bars harder than my dick in the early morning

I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill out
Shit need a drink now
I gotta bad smoking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Na I'm tryna smoke out
Shit I need a blunt now
I got a bad bitch problem
And I'm tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
Shit I need a bitch now
I said I got couple bad habits
Tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
But I could never chill out
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I really like to get drink n f*ck
But act like I don't want to
Hit u wit that 1, 2
Saw my brother cop a 9 and told em i need one too
If 5 pull us over I ain't stopping bitch, I run thru
Lights, like the northern skies
High on the FDR
Drive, like New Jersey Drive
Thrive, when I'm on the white
Guys try to stop my shine
But u can't stop dun
No, no there's no eclipsing me
Shorty wanna bone I bring her back like some history
My niggas stand outside so long they soles is looking worn
I dont wanna sell my uncle drugs my soul is really torn
But his money still green
N he need what he need
N I need what I need
Ironically all I need is a couple more ounces
Feds start to sniff my nig we switching up the houses
My attitude is like Prince bouncing on some couches
That's game nigga blouses
Rollin up the herb I need my dutches by the thousands

I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill out
Shit need a drink now
I gotta bad smoking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Na I'm tryna smoke out
Shit I need a blunt now
I got a bad bitch problem
And I'm tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
Shit I need a bitch now
I said I got couple bad habits
Tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
But I could never chill out

Lyrically speaking ima priest or a deacon
Fear of God on me but im chilling with the heathens
Two tone Benz, interior butter pecan
Im Kyrie wit the rock pussy stop reaching
Matter fact i play the bench, Brad Stevens
Run ya mouth like a faucet wonder why u leaking
F*ck the pork Muslim nigga chilling where the beef is
I know u graduated but the ock still teaching
Better sharpen up ur pencil at the meeting
Lochness on the beat Boogie stay beastin
And its f*ck 12 any time u see them
I mix the Henny cop of ice splash wit the Seagrams
F*cked ur bitch wit a nice slight grin
Dark clouds circling when the kid writing
Brainstorming, got the corners on Josh Norman
Bars harder than my dick in the early morning

I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill out
Shit need a drink now
I gotta bad smoking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Na I'm tryna smoke out
Shit I need a blunt now
I got a bad bitch problem
And I'm tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
Shit I need a bitch now
I said I got couple bad habits
Tryna chill out
Yea I'm tryna chill out
But I could never chill out
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