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BAD HABITS (feat. Nardeaux) Video (MV)




Performed By: Duke Benny
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Andrew Langston Neely, Dante Jones, Mitchell Ryan Bell
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Duke Benny - BAD HABITS (feat. Nardeaux) Lyrics
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(You don't make up for your sins in the church)
(You do it in the streets, you do it at home)
(The rest is bullshit, and you know it)
(This for the old hoes, that'll-)
(This for the broke hoes that-)
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, I swear they never took mathematics
Look like she flying out, she walk around with mad baggage, aye
Why I kept coming back to her, just like a bad habit, aye
I'm at the tree top, rolling leaves up, got a green thumb, aye
I got a big bag, brought that shit out, talking fee-fum, aye
She wanted a key bump, like Alicia, I can't see you, aye
I'm looking to you teach some, like a teacher, I can lead you, aye
Watch out for the leeches they be walking around with their nails done
In a matching set looking precious in the bedroom yelling redrum
In a head scrum for a bread crumb she be crawling round just like a bed-bug
Get a head some, better say some, stack it up just like its Tetris
Bitch, is you getting the message? Pull out the Porsche 911
Finna send that bitch straight into heaven, I got a bottle of Brandy
Spider pour out the confetti, bitch ain't skirting like Andretti
Bearing arms just like a Teddy, I don't think these bitches ready
I don't think that she can see it, level up just like a tier
Put her right in front the bleachers
I just search it be deceiving, I can't even find a meaning
Spin the bottle not a genie, everybody got a reason, everybody got a keep
Everybody got a hunch, everybody fitted up, everybody show him love
Everybody live it up, nothing new under the sun, I can't even get it-
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, I swear they never took mathematics
Look like she flying out, she walk around with mad baggage, aye
Why I kept coming back to her, just like a bad habit, aye
Huh, Yuh
Shawty caribbean, couscous
Shawty get drunk, lit of Grey Goose
Stacking the blocks list, bitch like Legos
Shawty want to take trips to Kavos
Told her "Tighten up, better do what I say so"
She be out the way she lay low
Come through switchin' it up like Lilo
Unlock new shit like 3 flows
Got to elevate, bitch we on the top floor
Shawty a bop like Dlow
Grinding, getting more green then Celo
Getting bread from scratch a silo
Money tall, coach got me running the high low
Got a lil bitch hitting the C note (C Note)
Splurging lil bitch, I just leave the casino
Getting paid, lil bitch just like Nino
I hop in the coupe and the roof gone
Finna get an AP, this bitch a two tone
She bounce on the dick like sky-zone
Shawty foreign told her fly home (Told her fly home)
Woke up in the morning she gone
Shawty Caribbean, couscous
Shawty get drunk, lit of Grey Goose
Stacking the block list, bitch like Legos
Shawty want to take trips to Kavos
Told her "Tighten up, better do what I say so"
She be out the way, she lay low
Come through stitch shit up like Lilo
Finna give these niggas a Halo (shh)
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, ain't never took no mathematics
Look like she flying out she walk around with mad baggage
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English

(You don't make up for your sins in the church)
(You do it in the streets, you do it at home)
(The rest is bullshit, and you know it)
(This for the old hoes, that'll-)
(This for the broke hoes that-)
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, I swear they never took mathematics
Look like she flying out, she walk around with mad baggage, aye
Why I kept coming back to her, just like a bad habit, aye
I'm at the tree top, rolling leaves up, got a green thumb, aye
I got a big bag, brought that shit out, talking fee-fum, aye
She wanted a key bump, like Alicia, I can't see you, aye
I'm looking to you teach some, like a teacher, I can lead you, aye
Watch out for the leeches they be walking around with their nails done
In a matching set looking precious in the bedroom yelling redrum
In a head scrum for a bread crumb she be crawling round just like a bed-bug
Get a head some, better say some, stack it up just like its Tetris
Bitch, is you getting the message? Pull out the Porsche 911
Finna send that bitch straight into heaven, I got a bottle of Brandy
Spider pour out the confetti, bitch ain't skirting like Andretti
Bearing arms just like a Teddy, I don't think these bitches ready
I don't think that she can see it, level up just like a tier
Put her right in front the bleachers
I just search it be deceiving, I can't even find a meaning
Spin the bottle not a genie, everybody got a reason, everybody got a keep
Everybody got a hunch, everybody fitted up, everybody show him love
Everybody live it up, nothing new under the sun, I can't even get it-
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, I swear they never took mathematics
Look like she flying out, she walk around with mad baggage, aye
Why I kept coming back to her, just like a bad habit, aye
Huh, Yuh
Shawty caribbean, couscous
Shawty get drunk, lit of Grey Goose
Stacking the blocks list, bitch like Legos
Shawty want to take trips to Kavos
Told her "Tighten up, better do what I say so"
She be out the way she lay low
Come through switchin' it up like Lilo
Unlock new shit like 3 flows
Got to elevate, bitch we on the top floor
Shawty a bop like Dlow
Grinding, getting more green then Celo
Getting bread from scratch a silo
Money tall, coach got me running the high low
Got a lil bitch hitting the C note (C Note)
Splurging lil bitch, I just leave the casino
Getting paid, lil bitch just like Nino
I hop in the coupe and the roof gone
Finna get an AP, this bitch a two tone
She bounce on the dick like sky-zone
Shawty foreign told her fly home (Told her fly home)
Woke up in the morning she gone
Shawty Caribbean, couscous
Shawty get drunk, lit of Grey Goose
Stacking the block list, bitch like Legos
Shawty want to take trips to Kavos
Told her "Tighten up, better do what I say so"
She be out the way, she lay low
Come through stitch shit up like Lilo
Finna give these niggas a Halo (shh)
This for the old hoes, that'll kill some for a stab at it
This for the broke hoes, ain't never took no mathematics
Look like she flying out she walk around with mad baggage
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Writer: Andrew Langston Neely, Dante Jones, Mitchell Ryan Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid

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