4by4 - Bad Habit lyrics

rate me

Feat. John Jenova, Jay Rob & Trapp Brannigan

Go and drop that low

Make it wobble, make it wobble

Check, check check

Throw the cake, cake cake

I'm the baker's man

I'm the baker's man

And she looking on me

I met her at the (???)

You do you a sudden of a bottle?

One for this money, two for these hoes

Two for these two bitches bossing in the toes

And this dick 'bout as big as it get

Brother go stupid, I be the (???)

Here's a little place

Don't know why I try it

Need the second base

Hands on the hip, ass

Clappin' to the base, bitches twirkin'

It's a standard place

Get high toed up

Can't get waisted

All you ace head

Haters hate this

When you meet a man clap, you too shake it

Move to your loop

Eyes on a city, twirk it!

[Hook]

Go and do it

Drop your ass like a

Bad habit

All this cash here standing

Girl, you gotta have it!

Drop it like a

Bad habit

You know you gotta have

Bad habits

Drop that ass like a bad habbit

That ass you got, girl, is a bad habbit

I wanna give to you

And if you hot under that umbrella

Come here and put it on my dick

Gone, drop that roll, make it wobble

Lick the rubber,

(Shaking that ass, shaking that ass)

Make it wobble