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letra de figure addiction - yung p dough

[intro]
(llouis)

[chorus: yung p dough]
figure addiction, havin’ a vision of runnin’ it up
this what i envisioned, no reason of givin’ it up
chasin’ validation, i don’t feel like finishin’ up
count all these blessings, i’m havin’ it fillin’ my cup, yuh
cut through the beat, incision, runnin’ up, big ambition
need me a big commission, f-ck you and your split decision
different color money and i talkin’ ’bout monopoly
if they wanna try leakin’, gonna have it bodily
industry got you feelin’ like it’s the f-ckin’ lottery

[verse 1: yung p dough]
big big clip, i be loadin up the 226
i’ma keep it keep it goin’ ’til i hear the cl!cks, yuh
he be talkin’, talkin’, talkin’, take the money from his pockets
pocket rocket, when i see him, i’ma blow like rockets (yuh)
thinkin’ i’m the hulk, i got green as i got bigger
better cut the head off thе f-cker, more easy than croppеd picture
leave him on the snap and he be just another-nother sticker
will i ever stop? i’ma need me some time to consider
you be off the grid and yo’ face decay
leave ’em in the smoke like an ash tray
this what it do, treat you like you got no say
you don’t wanna be the one that they seein’ as prey
any time they see another motherf-cker hatin’
always give it up, ain’t know this the game they playin’
only way you ever gonna make it, make it’s if you stay in
you don’t wanna be left at the bottom left to decayin’ (llouis)
[chorus: yung p dough]
figure addiction, havin’ a vision of runnin’ it up
this what i envisioned, no reason of givin’ it up
chasin’ validation, i don’t feel like finishin’ up
count all these blessings, i’m havin’ it fillin’ my cup, yuh
cut through the beat, incision, runnin’ up, big ambition
need me a big commission, f-ck you and your split decision
different color money and i talkin’ ’bout monopoly
if they wanna try leakin’, gonna have it bodily
industry got you feelin’ like it’s the f-ckin’ lottery

[verse 2: grapes seed]
i was what? i was what? i was what? i was-
i was sittin’ in the back of the gym
you was takin’ chains, gettin’ green, i just wanted to win
but what the f-ck is the point if she won’t give me a grin? (huh? what? huh? what?)
gettin’ the bag and i flip it, b-tch was on my d-ck
you’d think she tired of sittin’, you’d think i’m tired of winnin’
you’d think i let these b-tches look, but they ain’t want me to do it
i shoot it, make that lil’ boy dance, he didn’t know he could move it
oh, you want another chance? you f-ckin’ ruined it, stupid
smokin’ cards by the pack, breakin’ backs like i was hittin’ the sack
i’m hittin’ b-tches like cupid
and all these b-tches hit me up because i started to rap, they startin’ to nag
and i ain’t ever been the type to brag about these hoes
but she been beggin’ for the tag, i been kickin’ with my bros
i can tell she f-ckin’ mad, had to raise a f-ckin’ toast
for the hoes in the back that always doin’ the most

- yung p dough

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