Bad Habits French Montana (Ft. Bun B)
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[Intro: Bun B]
French
Dealin with them fucked up ways, baby
Fuck them, though
Know what I'm sayin?
[Chorus: French Montana]
I got some habits, most of them bad
I'm tryna stop, but they keep coming back
Smoking on that Kush, sippin on that Yak
Well life's a bitch, it's how you get her off your back
I got some habits, most of them bad
I'm tryna stop, but they keep coming back
Smoking on that Kush, sippin on that Yak
Well life's a bitch, it's how you get her off your back
[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm straight up out the streets, the hood know my name
They know my reputation, I'm deep up in the game
And I don't roll with lames, I only rock with dons
That get they paper up, and get they hustle on
It's deeper than a song, it's realer than a hook
I really was a thug, I really was a crook
I seen the dope sold, I seen the crack cook
Heroin shot up, and I seen they lives took
I watched the judge throw the book, and give my homie 30
But I'm still on the block, still ridin' dirty
Guess I can't be nothing else but who I am
Yeah, my habit's real bad but, man, I don't give a damn Understand?
French
Dealin with them fucked up ways, baby
Fuck them, though
Know what I'm sayin?
[Chorus: French Montana]
I got some habits, most of them bad
I'm tryna stop, but they keep coming back
Smoking on that Kush, sippin on that Yak
Well life's a bitch, it's how you get her off your back
I got some habits, most of them bad
I'm tryna stop, but they keep coming back
Smoking on that Kush, sippin on that Yak
Well life's a bitch, it's how you get her off your back
[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm straight up out the streets, the hood know my name
They know my reputation, I'm deep up in the game
And I don't roll with lames, I only rock with dons
That get they paper up, and get they hustle on
It's deeper than a song, it's realer than a hook
I really was a thug, I really was a crook
I seen the dope sold, I seen the crack cook
Heroin shot up, and I seen they lives took
I watched the judge throw the book, and give my homie 30
But I'm still on the block, still ridin' dirty
Guess I can't be nothing else but who I am
Yeah, my habit's real bad but, man, I don't give a damn Understand?
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