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addicted - mondo productions lyrics

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addicted official lyrics
written by addy!(adama sow) & willseff(william jackson)

inaudible

blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
i ball man this sh*t ain’t an option
i f*ck up a check when i walk into saks
i’m dripp’d in designer yeah i got a problem
bowls from la and they go for the low
don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
married to money in love with this paper
yeah i must admit i’m addicted to guap

blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
i ball man this sh*t ain’t an option
i f*ck up a check when i walk into saks
i’m dripp’d in designer yeah i got a problem
bowls from la and they go for the low
don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
married to money in love with this paper
yeah i must admit i’m addicted to guap

these n*ggas bе claimin dey demons
you really a p*ssy boa bеat it
yo b*tch said she luv me she mean it
she saved on my phone as katrina
that p*ssy so wet have you seen it
she suckin my d*ck l!ckin s*m*n
she luvin the way that i eat it
i’m cappin b*tch why would i eat it
balencies my favorite my purples the latest
that bl!cky stay tucked in my pants
this for them p*ssies that thinking it’s sweet
imma shoot from 3 and it’s good i ain’t playin
4th down from the six
now i’m callin for the blitz
n*ggas dead from the blitz
20,000 for the fit
yea i’m still servin sh*t
plottin onna 6
blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
i ball man this sh*t ain’t an option
i f*ck up a check when i walk into saks
i’m dripp’d in designer yeah i got a problem
bowls from la and they go for the low
don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
married to money in love with this paper
yeah i must admit i’m addicted to guap

blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
i ball man this sh*t ain’t an option
i f*ck up a check when i walk into saks
i’m dripp’d in designer yeah i got a problem
bowls from la and they go for the low
don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
married to money in love with this paper
yeah i must admit i’m addicted to guap

25 hunnid ain’t nothing to me
if you n*ggas want verses i’m charging a fee
thousand dollar bowls i sell for 23
and can’t no n*gga say they got a front from me
i need cash on demand, can’t wait for a backend
and i got hoes taking flights and bringing them packs in
if i’on know him, you know ima tax him
i’m ballin on n*ggas i’m feelin like paxton
just to be honest you n*ggas ain’t f*ckin with me
i’m good everywhere i might trap overseas
ain’t it ironic ain’t nun of my n*ggas rats but we still steady chasin this cheese
i got two trap phones and them b*tches stay ringin
hop out them rts and slide in them demons
i might jus drop 40,000 on pieces
and don’t ask me why cus i ain’t got a reason

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