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spice 1 – gunz & money lyrics

[verse 1]
count the diamonds on my ‘lexe
don’t waste your time
puttin slugs in you b-tch–ss n-gg-s comin for mine
you can read it on the paper or on the mtv news
diggin ditches for sheisty b-tches tryin to give me the blues
it ain’t no secret addicted to b-tches, guns and money
but the money is first
n-gg- the bees come and get the honey
n-gg-s be plottin rottin dirty m-th-f-ckas wanna put me in a casket
f-ck all you jealous b-st-rds
while i’m hittin the weed let tell my g’s
if i die by my enemies make sure them m-th-f-ckas bleed
make them n-gg-s think it’s armageddon
i put it down thug style like a g from the jump
and i ain’t bullsh-ttin
steady strapped with desert eagles and uzis
do a sh-t over these fake–ss n-gg-s see in the movies
feel me like t-tties and -ss (-ss)
f-ckin b-tches and countin cash on a mad dash (dash)
hit the sticky laced up with hash surround myself with killers
drug dealers and real n-gg-s makin?
hittin quick like [name] in a mob fashion
blastin for the loot we ain’t puttin up our dukes
ready for d-a-dump and shoot for the money

[chorus]
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (it don’t stop)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (speezie ace in the house)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money

[verse 2]
n-gg-s be savage bout the m-th-f-ckin kill (kill)
straight lightin sh-t up like fire marshall bill
the game is deeper than a m-th-f-cka
that’s why i swim in it to keep myself undrowny
the dirty bay’ll pull you down
if you can’t float on the water?
shut up n-gg- m-th-f-ckas ain’t goin head up
it’s always some game i’m talkin bout goin toe to toe
when n-gg-s been puttin the blast down since 1984
it was 1986 when the glas sticks came around
flossin mob buckets flippin kilos to quarter pounds
h-lla killer goin round n-gg-s ain’t playin bout they money
make a joke about they game lookin at you like ‘what’s funny?’
gettin n-gg-s with uzis for talkin too much sh-t
they gettin genuine pistol-whips rough the n-gg-s like chips
clips and red beams a thang for 15 down to drop seasons
don’t let this rappin be the reason
you don’t spread your hustle, power, money and muscle
takin n-gg-s sh-t in a tussle (tussle)
we all struggle live this thug sh-t drug sh-t or .44 slug sh-t
it’s all for the love of the cream that’s why we buck sh-t

[chorus]
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (yeah, yeah, bloow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (n-gg-)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (m-th-f-cka.bloow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloow, bloow!)

[verse 3]
they say: ‘mr. bossalinie how you get so cold?’
i keep a strap on the side 187’s the code
addicted to b-tches, money and guns to load
scopin the dancefloors playa haters and hoes
friends and foes takin off clothes after the shows
n-gg-s lookin for they baby mama
who knows what she’s hidin there?
they’ve probably hittin her
but if you can’t feel the drama you shouldna did that
you see the b-tches go and get you both shut up quick
don’t let the trick get your wig split, it’s real sh-t
n-gg-s dumpin on a regular bases
lookin out for unfamiliar faces
spittin out in high speed chases

[chorus]
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (m-th-f-cka)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (m-th-f-cka)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloooow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (blow, blow! b–tch)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (fast cars)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (m-th-f-cka.blow!)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (rolexes and sh-t)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (desert eagle)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (ak’s and sh-t)
addicted to b-tches, guns and money
addicted to b-tches, guns and money (bloow!)

- spice 1 lyrics

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