letra de addict - koujas
[intro]
(what do you desire?)
(i know you just mad at the cash i make)
[verse]
say my twin got a glock [?]
she wanna blow up my phone, she call me a addict
i get the blitz and not talkin’ madden
she look at my clothes, she like what i’m wearin’
look at my hoodie, my jeans and stare
i walk in this b-tch and i swear they starin’
she lookin’ at me like a muhf-ckin’ parrot
yo’ b-tch on her knees, you should be embaressed
twin brought [?] wit’ a f-ckin’ switch
she want my love, can’t hold you b-tch
i want the pills, not the muhf-ckin’ tris
we playin’ these games, i hate that sh-t
then look at yo’ ho, she eatin’ my d-ck
i get the bag, get the racks and quit
they don’t even show no love
look at my fit and i’m fly like a dub
he wanna fight, yeah, he wanna fuss
new arp and that b-tch gon’ bust
glock wit’ a beam and it came wit’ a ruler
you act like a fool, act like i ain’t knew ya’
[?] cap and it’s f-ck a medula
oh he cool, well b-tch i’m cooler
think i’m stuck up on yo’ love
she wanna play wit’ me like i’m not the one
look at my kicks and i be fly like dove
she wanna hit my phone, i want yo’ love
racks in my pocket, they weighin’ a lot
hop in that b-tch and we go off the lot
countin’ the green green, count a lot
he sippin’ green green, not no drop
look at his muhf-ckin’ cup, he ain’t countin’ no bread
[?] talk about no racks ’cause you weird like a fed
slide like a sled, get in yo’ head
countin’ up dead guys on a mission
he wanna talk, now we gon’ blitz him
my twin got deadeye, got precision
she wanna eat my d-ck, have my children
blues in my pocket, i count them hoes up way too fast
she blowin’ my phone, she hittin’ my line
she said she hope we last
she stuck in the past, in all that sh-t we had
[?] cup, i don’t want her, i’m finna pass
i’m steady sippin’ that sh-t and i muhf-ckin’ crashed
please stop bloatin’ my heart, let me get up my bag
takin’ them pills, i feel like a addict
my money is long, that sh-t be elastic
my twin got that sh-t, he clutchin’ on platic
most of these b-tches i already had it
she f-ckin’ wit’ me, i think i done had it
double c, lv, on my fashion
we hop in that [?], hop in that aston
and i say bet ’cause she wanna have it
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