Lavish Habits versuri

Versuri Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist – Lavish Habits lyrics

[Intro]
Check-check, yeah
Mic check-check
Check-check, ah
Check-check
Oh baby, what you wanna do with me?
Oh baby, what you wanna do with me?
Check-check, bitch, yeah
Oh baby, what you wanna do with me?
Check-check

[Verse]
Goddammit, I be god, damn it
First-class Virgin Atlantic, stewardess’ titties plastic
I’m still gon’ squeeze Akademiks titties, that fat bastard
Gunna dissed me and took a plea, he a rat bastard
Show up at your funeral, Big Fendi bitch, ten blickies
Pee on city girls like P. Diddy, bitch, get with me
If this heifer thinking ‘bout sticking me, that’s a long shot
I’m busy smoking motherfucking opps like Patrick Mahomes’ pops
Fathered these nigga’ flows, I took the long route
Walked through the jungle so most these niggas could run out
Smacking shit at 8AM, shooting soon as the sun out
Effects of being broke, Black, agitated and drugged out
Effects of being young, Black, rich might unalive me
They killed Nip, Takeoff, Dolph, I see the signs, G
For the fame and the goddamn chain, they’ll undermine me
Give a fuck ‘bout beef with multiple rappers, I like variety, uh
Goddammit, I be god, damn it
I was testing dope with an addict, Henry was speaking Spanish
Beezy lost three bricks in the package, Mafia tryna whack him
Made it up with interest and taxes, fuck it, we back in action
Beefin’ with the gang, ‘bout to bust the strap at another faction
Heard he liked to shop, I’ma bury him in designer fashion
100-karat rabbit, my bunny surfing, my water splashing
Yellow Rollie, rose-gold Patek, I’ve got some lavish habits

[Chorus]
Goddammit, I be god, damn it
Crack still slamming, I’ll just take another crack at it
Goddammit, I be god, damn it
Yellow Rollie, rose-gold Patek, I’ve got some lavish habits

[Outro]
I be god, damn it