Song Details: addiction Song is sung by Ken Carson. The song is from the album “xperiment”.
addiction Lyrics
[Intro]
Woah, woah
I got sum for these niggas (Woah), I got sum for these hoes (Woah)
Fuck the internet (Woah), I know my pole never see a troll (Woah)
Beatin out her back, you would’ve thought this lil’ bitch stole (Woah)
Princess white cut, gold (Woah)
His diamonds not shinin’ (Woah)
My whole chain hit harder then yours, you needa check them diamonds (Woah)
Neck on froze, everytime I walk in the room, I switch the climate (Woah)
Gun’s are mine, I don’t know where to start, lookin, find it (Woah)
God, my dreads, iconic (Woah)
She don’t talk bout shit, she shinin’ (Wo-ah)
Wake up, knock off her bonnet (Woah)
She a freak, want morning sеx (Woah)
Money freak, I want more of thе checks (Woah)
Money geek, I been sending you bands (Wo-woah)
This one chain costs a band (Woah)
Take his chain, I was Armstrong, Lance (Woah)
Now I’m jigging, off Xans (Woah)
Fuck the clothes, I’m tryna own land (Woah)
Fuck these hoes, tryna stay focused (Woah)
She a Flower Bomb, yea, Lotus (Woah)
Alien, I’m Paul, no Logan (Woah)
What I stay with twin, like Jake (Woah)
These niggas keep rappin’ bout Drac’s (Woah)
I’m pushing up with 308’s (Woah)
Glock 40, my shirt, on my waist (Woah)
I fuck with that bitch, she got taste (Woah)
She know that [?] (Woah)
She don’t know that I’m stayin’ with danger (Woah)
He ain’t cool, but her pussy amazing (Woah)
He ain’t cool, but her pussy the one (Woah)
I already had ’em kick them out the spot, them bitches wasn’t talkin’ bout nun (Woah)
I’m makin’ her roll up my blunt (Woah)
Can’t kick it, no, you can not punt (Woah)
No Yves, the Saint Laurent (Woah)
Got paper, I’m rollin’ my blunt (Woah)
Bend it over, I split on my cunt (Woah)
Would’ve thought I was lickin’ the blunt (Woah)
Tom Cruise, I do my own stunts (Woah)
YVL, yea this how I front
[Verse]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
She said she wanna fuck a rockstar, yeah
Say so, these niggas not hard, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah (Yeah)
She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me where you get this addiction (Yeah)
Tell me what’s the problem, is it somethin’ that I’m missin’? (Yeah)
I swear, I’m so done with these same bitches (Yeah)
She talk behind her friend back, them be them mean bitches (Yeah)
And she won’t talk to ya, you ain’t got a mean wrist
You gotta have a mil’, she can even spot a real Richard
Real expensive, this iced-out bitch, a blizzard
Now I cut you off, before I ever compensate with you
Chrome Hearts up, tatted, [?], I don’t wanna converse with you
10K for the Rick Owens blazer, and we blow up shit like Al-Qaeda
Can’t see me on your rader, give a fuck, I’ll never date her
This shit comin in, addin’ up, where yo calculator?
GTSE Benz, stick on me, yeah that’s how I spin
Guard’d up, I can’t let you know, I can’t let you in
I can’t let a bitch let me down, no, not again
Fuck, see my life? A movie, you seen, tell me, are you in?
I’m the one who put that CDG on your card again
I’m the one who put that [?] on your cart again
I’m in that bitch, tell me, go, tell me, go tax for the work
[?], told me I was gone blow up first
I’m in this bitch [?], I got [?], on my shirt
I’m in this bitch with Moon, he up duces, it’s me and the DJ
He wanna be in the groom, heres why, got Ken Carson on replay
I got in your [?], I run this shit up, yeah, like relay
Fuck two fours up, they look like denim, racks stuffed in ’em
Saw that car in his video, woah, I know that’s rental
I ain’t mean to hit your ho, woah, it’s accidental
I can call her back whenever I want, woah, this shit mental
[?], poppin shit my shit, on instrmentals
I made so many M’s, my mommy, yeah, she straight forever
I told you to support, [?], a gold medal
I told you before these—
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