Xdavex - Bad Habits (feat. Ayoo Kd) Lyrics

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy

Yeah you want my spot but you can't have it
Pussy, money, weed yeah lotta bad habits
Bad habits, Got a pump but I ain't a drug addict
And its running through my veins cause I'm going systematic
Crowd going crazy like ooh oohra
Finally got a bag like ooh oohya
I don't even know you like who whoya
I don't even need you like ooh oohna
Went to the mall I don't even ask the tag
Throw yo bitch off like she just another rag
Said you was down but you really wasn't there
Blowing through my check like I don't even care

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy

Yeah, and you know boy filthy
You know I'm getting money
And I throw a lot of fifties
Bitch I'm turning up and I don't give a f*ck
And I'm drinking double cup
Shoot a nigga out his chucks
I'm da dog I'm a buck
When she call wanna f*ck
Type to bitch gotta duck
Getting rich get bucks, Wow
And you know I'm surfin up
Keep a thirty keep it tucked
Boy you dirty cheap as f*ck
In a hurry in a rush
All my niggas ballin we like
I don't trust these niggas
Cause all these niggas suss
Yeah all these niggas suss
I don't know my niggas cause all they do is bus
That ain't yo bitch cause all she do is bust
Pimpin out my ex had to make that bitch a slut
Make that bitch splut

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy

Dave why you going on the beat to confess
Do a lot of sins but I'm still feeling blessed
Smokin on the loud cause f*ck it man I'm stressed
Yeah yo bitch was over but she really wasn't dressed
Why you call me bro I don't know you like that
Black on black on black cause I'm mobbing like that
Don't you touch my stack you can't rob me like that
Countin up the rhymes you can't run it like that
Damn I ain't high bitch I'm flying whats the difference
Ain't a fiend cause rolling is my preference
Wanting money, power, pussy by the digits
I'm your reference plenty pain
So I'm learning by the lessons, plenty smoke
I can do it by the sessions I'm aggressive and the money my objective
I don't need your help
Alone no idea how the demons felt
But the rain seem to numb the pain
All I do is gain smoking gas propane
Till I fade like Curt Cobain