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Boy, I think about it, every night and day I'm addicted, wanna jump inside your love (What'd you think bitch) I wouldn't wanna have it any other way I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (hol' up) Just can't get enough (aye) I'm addicted to this phonk, 'lotta gun smoke Slide wid' baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it till his thumb broke Basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb whore Wrapped him up a while ago and niggas ain't sly You can run and duck behind the ground but niggas can't hide Popping molly on the live I call it FaceTime This a baby glock, but it be barking like a canine Stun down, track runner, she my top feet Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me Better turn this city up if niggas pop me Hol' on brother, bend that block again I'm finna drop ski Fucked up lovey dovey, where that bag at If she ain't breaking bread then that the type of bitch I laugh at Tryna eat so what the fuck these niggas mad at I'm racing to the chicken, we gon' see who get the last laugh I'm addicted to this phonk, 'lotta gun smoke Slide wid' baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it till his thumb broke Basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb whore Wrapped him up a while ago and niggas ain't sly You can run and duck behind the ground but niggas can't hide Popping molly on the live I call it FaceTime This a baby glock but it be barking like a canine Stun down, track runner, she my top feet Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me Better turn this city up if niggas pop me Hol' on brother, bend that block again I'm finna drop ski Easy money, I ain't never need no hand out Nelson niggas mad, I moved around and took their bag route Hit their block it's like I'm tryna take the trash out Say he want his head, but I can't let my brother crash out Roll running, chilli chaser, bankroll Box a nigga in, and do him trifling that's a case closed Call me Mr. Make-A-Movie like it's BangBros Broke bitches make my stomach hurt, I swear I hate those I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way (mm, mm) I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (mm, mm, mm) Just can't get- (Mm-mm, mmm) I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way I'm addicted and I just can't get enough I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way I'm addicted and I just can't get enough Just can't get-
Writer(s): Fia, Theresia Ebenna Ezeria Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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