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letra de addictions - brent faiyaz

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maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up
maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up

i wanna have more threesomes but you’re so territorial
i can’t even kick it ’cause you watching my story though
i got ones you seen and i’ve got some you don’t need to know
i done gave more d-ck than a little
i know i’m the reason that you freaky now
you wish you could be the reason that i settle down
you done gave me all i wanted but i still got
reasons i should f-ck around, i should f-ck around

maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up
maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up
maybe its all the above

i said
i said: a thot gon’ be thot, so, i’m like: f-ck these b-tches
my son got a mother and i love her so it’s different
i’m here for one night, so, baby girl, what you sippin’?
i’m on some bullsh-t, my ’94 scottie pippen
so save the last dance for when i’m drunk and when i’m hittin’
your boyfriend lame, that boy p-ssy, that boy kitten
like, meow, come home to me now
it’s me and my n-ggas, we lit and we wild
yeah, and we don’t care how you feel inside
it’s me and my n-ggas, f-ck the other side
this is something like murder, no it’s genocide
you n-ggas living lies, this is civilized
be careful who you judge and who you criticize
it’s all being a people person when they’re k!lling mines
hard times, sendin’ cold chills down my spine
it’s dark now, at sunrise i was feelin’ fine
nothin’ on my mind, i swear i didn’t wanna die
i’m outside on my grind, i don’t believe in time
all these haters clockin’ me, these diamonds leave ’em blind
jealousy and envy, i swear that i’m reading minds
baby momma called, sayin’: yeah, you actin’ different
all these drugs and these hoes got you f-ckin’ trippin’
i made a million on the road, you’ll be happy christmas
sayin’ i would stay down but you know i didn’t, yeah

maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up
maybe it’s the love, the drugs, the weed, the p-ssy
maybe it’s all the above, maybe i don’t need a hug
maybe i’m just f-cked up
maybe it’s all the above

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