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addict//
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Hip-Hop/Rap
addict// was released on April 14, 2025 by Maddox Music as a part of the album EVERYTHING
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Release DateApril 14, 2025
LabelMaddox Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Gilfilian
Dylan Gilfilian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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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