Bill Ding - Bad Habits lyrics

[Bill Ding] Bill motherf**ing Ding b**h... Ahhhhhhhh man... sh** is a weakness tho... [Verse 1] Cold night, out with a fly white girl White guy fall off, it's the brown guy turn Another burn, I've been searching the whole wide world For a big booty girl that can also rock pearl Pearl, tripping off the sh** that I writ Now I'm grabbing the tit as I'm giving you dick b**h talkin' 'bout you don't wanna lane switch In the six speed drop with a f**ing scoop top Ride on, never get roped off, a coke called In a smoke shop, straight cold cuts and no cops Big a**, thick lips, and Blow pops Now I'm on a roll pops, she call I got a roll on Dough loud, a couple a hundred dollars Seventeen five on the low, tell 'em holler Now I'm greener than an avocado on an enchilada? Trust me poppa, I don't wanna ride or die, but she wanna Ride around China until I can't afford it [Bridge] Bill: b**h is you f**ed up? b**h: But Bill I was just... Bill: Nah nah nah, shut up, shut up... [Verse 2] I don't wanna talk no more, I wanna cop four scores So many raps he gotta take my brain through my nose Brendan Frasier, only holding taser You might wanna bo light speed, shooting lasers The night bleed, I ain't got no beef with a raider Please, I'm just tryna get this paper And anyone in my way, gon' feel the f**ing wrath Of a crazy headed ba*tard strapped, without cash Plus I've got a bad habit, tracks on my arm Yo I might as well be Muhammad strapped with a bomb You can call me Abraham taking hits from the bong Going ham with a scraper, 12K charm All this sh** that I'm on got me feeling like Saddam Feeling so wrong as I write this song Plus my momma sick, daddy drink, what's the point of living? Yo Curtis on that club tip, what's the point of spinning? All these dumb mu'f**ers gon' forget your name ... like you never even came