I Gotta Habit - Max B

We bout to go in on this one

Travel new artist, nah mean

It’s like we all got that special person we love you know

A little ride or die you know

Let me tell you bout mine

Ain’t nothing like a ride or die bitch

She come through and throw the fifty up

Love to fuck she even roll the piffy up

Who that in the swiffy truck

Son with the blicky tucked

Federally tried to hit me up

But, my bitch she nice behind the wheel

I be popping out the window, I’m nicer with the steel

One thing a nigga could say is that the heists' they be real

She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she licensed to kill

She always tell her friends bout me, the pipping is real

Let me control the tempo baby cause I’m nice with the peel (chill)

I want you on your belly quick

Max is the good side, I’m on my biggavelli shit

Riding to the party, her thighs touching the shotty

My eyes touching her body, got her high off bacardi (ayy)

Bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby

Now she talking bout catching a body (wtf baby)

Cause I want you

I gotta have you

And I need you

It’s just like I got a habit (I need a fix, I need that thing baby)

Now my baby no I got it under control

Never would she crack under pressure or would she fold

She ain’t with that bullshit my baby girl she bold

Say a prayer for you, give you long kisses goodnight then fill u with some holes

Riding in the rolls, cruising in the third lane

This my first time around I’m doing it for byrd gang

We them niggas hitting them switches

We cook them drugs in the kitchen

We getting bitches, i got love for my bitches

Got black girls, puertorican, even got them chinese

Ecuadorian, white, even got them guyanese

Ya’ll know how to find me, lenox ave 7th ave

Say wassup to my mother, I never had a better dad

Say wassup to my brother and love to the women

That’s holding my nigga down while he sitting in prison

You don’t know how a nigga living

Let’s not talk about the past let’s just forget it (let's just forget it,

bang bang)

Cause I want you

I gotta have you

And I need you

It’s just like I got a habit (I need a fix, I need that thing baby)

The closer I get

The better you make me feel

She telling me money don’t make the man

You ain’t gotta pretend to me

Before you were my lover first baby you were a friend to me

I’m the kid bitch imagine my work

Been clubbing, fucking bitches all of that shit is work

Had to get up on them titties started grabbing the shirt

I’m a love you down put you on your back and then work

Make her wet it up put it in take what it’s worth

I be popping more bottles than the package at work

All my bitches throw your hands in the sky

Let’s get it poppin, get high and for your nigga just be ready to ride

I hit the road and kiss my baby goodbye

That’s when she hit me with the look in her eye (she said)

Its ya boy Max B baby

We doin 4 gang bang this 4 all da ladies out there

Bird Gang

It’s ya boy Biggavel with another musical classic for you niggas

You gotta love it, owwww