Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Habit’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Why I’m too
Did it on my own, all it took was a couple
(Helluva made this beat, baby) ayy
Five hunnid thou’, still, I’d never pay to f*ck her (bitch)
Five main bitches, just don’t ever say I’m cuffin’ (at all)
Five pills in, still yelling, “Free my brother” (free dem boys)
Wheat’s a little loose, still’ll never catch me slippin’ (skrrt)
Six house from the corner, all in my with my niggas (dogs)
Twelve poles deep, at least ten on a mission
My old soul’s ain’t shit, f*ck her friend and his mistress (look)
Bitch, don’t catch me in no picture, you know how I like to play it (I do)
I keep it young, I ain’t even gotta say it (at all)
And bitch I gotta habit, still won’t catch me with no dancer
A lotta bitches nasty, they be fuckin’ all on camera (nasty)
A lotta niggas petty, they be smokin’ all on bammer (Reggie)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ with no condom (raw)
Bitch, I got a habit, I put diamonds in both watches (both of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t stay up out of Nieman’s (nope)
Bitch, I got a habit, turn your Patek to a Demon (skrrt)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t get enough of spending’ (dog shit)
Bitch, I got a habit, I got all my cars tinted (all of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ gettin’ head (freak bitch)
Bitch, I got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads (I do)
Roll forty-one bitch to the hood, this a Grammy (trophy)
Rolls forty-one, but to the hood, she like Tammy (ratchet)
Bad bitches love me, ho niggas can’t stand me
Nigga, I ain’t got no friends, only enemies and family
I keep some chicken long for all of y’all means
I’m the one signin’ deals for five thousand beans (me)
Prolly serve Fentanyl to five thousand fiends
I don’t give a f*ck, nigga, I be on ten
Son only one, he can buy his own Benz (or anything)
Hell nah, I ain’t loyal, bitch, I wanna f*ck your friend (where she at?)
Hoes ain’t shit, bitch, and I ain’t either
I ain’t got a bitch, ho, so I ain’t cheatin’ (huh, ask around)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ with no condom (yeah)
Bitch, I got a habit, I put diamonds in both watches (both of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t stay up out of Nieman’s (nope)
Bitch, I got a habit, turn your Patek to a Demon (skrrt)
Bitch, I got a habit, I can’t get enough of spending’ (dog shit)
Bitch, I got a habit, I got all my cars tinted (all of ’em)
Bitch, I got a habit, I like fuckin’ gettin’ head (freak bitch)
Bitch, I got a habit, still choppin’ off of dreads