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addict//
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Utwór addict// został wydany 14 kwietnia 2025 przez Maddox Music jako część albumu EVERYTHING
Released14 kwietnia 2025
WytwórniaMaddox Music
JęzykEnglish
BPM117
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

Huh, they told me don't go stupid
Too late, huh
I'm off a bottle of D'USSÉ
And I'm bout my racks
Cash rules everything around me Wu-Tang
Off-White down to the shoe string
Ball too sick like flu game
We makin' millions
Pretty soon, we ain't no regular civilians
Talk like the mob, walk like militia
Used to be rookies, now we too official
She givin' me cookie, I don't even kiss her
That bitch got me worried, I don't even miss her
Feelin' like curry, I ain't ever missin
Easy-bake oven, I'm pumpin' these motherfuckin' heaters out
Raf Simons on my jacket
Love me like you love drugs
Treat me like your habit
Let me be your plug
And turn you to an addict
I wanna make you feel so good
That you just gotta have it
Let me step in for a second
My foot on the floor in the foreign I'm revvin
Recordin' a porn with your hoe in the telly
Coke in her nose and my dick in her belly
Her boyfriend be blowin' her motherfuckin' celly up
Answer that shit like, lil' bro, get your fetty up
Blowin' up just like confetti, no Fetty Wap
Askin' me how I been feelin' lately I been feelin' up
Look at the size of those rims on that bitch
Balenciaga from them Timbs in this bitch
Okay
Now I'm drivin' Benzes
It's plural, ad"es"s
Swervin' ain't no rentals
She a ten, but I'm up next
So why in the fuck would I settle
We makin' millions
Pretty soon, we ain't no regular civilians
Talk like the mob, walk like militia
Used to be rookies, now we too official
She givin' me cookie, I don't even kiss her
That bitch got me worried, I don't even miss her
Feelin' like curry, I ain't ever missin
Easy-bake oven, I'm pumpin' these motherfuckin' heaters out
Raf Simons on my jacket
Love me like you love drugs
Treat me like your habit
Let me be your plug
And turn you to an addict
I wanna make you feel so good
That you just gotta have it
Let me step in for a second
My foot on the floor in the foreign I'm revvin
Recordin' a porn with your hoe in the telly
Coke in her nose and my dick in her belly
Her boyfriend be blowin' her motherfuckin' celly up
Answer that shit like, lil' bro, get your fetty up
Blowin' up just like confetti, no Fetty Wap
Askin' me how I been feelin' lately I been feelin' up
Look at the size of those rims on that bitch
Balenciaga from them Timbs in this bitch
Okay
Now I'm drivin' Benzes
It's plural, ad"es"s
Swervin' ain't no rentals
She a ten, but I'm up next
So why in the fuck would I settle
Written by: Dylan Gilfilian
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