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Ion wanna be no killer it's just a bad habit

Bad habits

Ion wanna be No Killer
It's just a Bad habit
I was getting too humble now I'm back at it

I dont wanna be no killer its just a bad habit
I was getting to humble now I'm back at it
Me running out of money
Never That ima bag addict nigga

I a fell this whole city up wit trash baggies
Hundred bells clientele fuck a scale and a glad baggie
Boy the only thing we fearing is some bad addys
And them boxes getting knocked my people mad at me
I'm glad you niggas got it ima proud daddy

I ain't wanna bite that nigga i just grawled at em
My mans starting running threw wm threw a pile at em
I still be riding with that blick ima wild caption
Heard them niggas want me dead they be wild capping

Still in the gang book for getting wild active
Ima g ima beast ima dog
Let my nuts hang and risk it all
You don't really wanna piss a nigga off

Slide them gloves on and come and pick a nigga off
I know it break a nigga mommas
Heart she gotta pick em up

I ain't giving out no warnings niggas better listen up
You don't wanna fade to black when them peoples zip you up

I ain't wanna be no killer its just a bad habit

I ain't wanna be no killer its just a bad habit

I dont wanna be no killer its just a bad habit
I was getting to humble now I'm back at it
Me running out of money never that ima bag addit
Nigga ill fill this whole city up wit trash baggies

Hundred bells clientele fuck a scale and a glad baggie
Boy the only thing we fearing is some bad addys
And them boxes getting knocked them people mad at me

Boy I'm glad you niggas got it ima proud daddy

I ain't no faggot i aint gone let no nigga fuck me
I would hate to take a mommas only son over nothing
Thuggin out in public chains on i aint tucking
I will kill a nigga dead
If he thinking he gone touch me

I ain't wanna be no killer it's just a bad habit
I was getting to humble now I'm back at it
Me running out of money never that ima bag adict
Nigga i a feel this whole city up wit trash baggies

When it come to coppin squares i can't let no nigga cut me
Aint no squares in my circle nigga ion need no company
Last ten years nigga i ain't did no struggling
And the last ten bitches i aint really did no cuddling

The last ten licks been a quarter mill or nothing
Why you think a nigga never gave a fuck about no hustling
I aint never been no preacher but I'm bouta teach you something
I a hit a nigga dead in his head over that money

Ion wanna be no killer its just a bad habit
I was getting too humble now I'm back at it
Me running out of money never that ima bag addict
Nigga i a feel this whole city up wit trash baggies

Written by:
Floyd Simms

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