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addicted.
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R&B/Soul
Skladba addicted. vyšla 8. srpna 2025 RGECREATIONS LLC na albu addicted. - Single
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Datum vydání8. srpna 2025
ŠtítekRGECREATIONS LLC
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM89

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flyy Armani
Flyy Armani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flyy Armani
Flyy Armani
Songwriter

Texty

Dark skinned, your body like a sin, mami
Can't rush but we don't gotta waste time
I'm addicted to the way you move your waist line
Baby give me love, give me love oh
Dark skinned, your body like a sin, mami
Can't rush but we don't gotta waste time
I'm addicted to the way you move your waist line (one, two, three, four)
Yeah, sun dance, two bottles on the sand, baby
This ain't love if we can just pretend baby
We both know that I'm more than a friend, baby (one, two, three, four)
So hear me out, hear me out
You know that this ain't right, yeah
You're finding reason to be staying at night, yeah
And when I cross you it just feels so right
And when I think about your body on mine
Wait, this ain't right
I can't remember what we did last night
Wait, did we fuck or was I inside all night?
Did I lose myself between those thighs, whoa
I know we can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch (one, two, three, four)
But you can't fight the rush
We can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch (one, two, three, four)
But we don't give no fuss
I know we can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch (one, two, three, four)
But you can't fight the rush
We can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch (one, two, three, four)
But we don't give no fuss
Dark skinned, your body like a sin, mami
Can't rush but we don't gotta waste time
I'm addicted to the way you move your waist line (one, two, three, four)
Yeah, sun dance, two bottles on the sand, baby
This ain't love if we can just pretend, baby
We both know that I'm more than a friend, baby (one, two, three, four)
So hear me out, hear me out
Dark skinned, your body like a sin, mami
Can't rush but we don't gotta waste time
I'm addicted to the way you move your waist line
Yeah, sun dance, two bottles on the sand, baby
This ain't love if we can just pretend, baby
We both know that I'm more than a friend, baby
So hear me out, hear me out
I know we can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch
But you can't fight the rush
We can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch
But we don't give no fuss
I know we can't fuck, can't kiss, can't touch
But you can't fight the rush
Written by: Flyy Armani
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