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sgt t - addicted lyrics

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hook)

she a bad b+tch
she a bad b+tch

ima savage
ima savage

she hop on that d+ck like a rabbit
f+ckin that b+tch, its a habbit

spent 800 on the bustdown
mad hoes round me issa touchdown
yeah pat mahomes vibes, say what now?
lyrical ammo, got anotha round

she say my music go dumby dumb
then she on her knees
blowin me like bubble gum

(verse 1)

yeah blowin me like bubble gum
that top she give go dummy dumb
i just hit it from the back with my thumb in her b+tt hole
everyday hit from the back
got all my bread and im finna flex
hoes actin funny, feel like jet black

(yeah)

on harmonic sh+t thats spicy
she l!ck up a nut like its mother f+ckin icеcream
they f+ckin with n+ggas that really dont likе me
he talkin sh+t but that n+gga won’t fight me

(i just got my bag)

i just shot a p+ssy n+gga right in the head
yeah she chew on my d+ck like bubble gum
i bust a nut and it go in her tummy tum

in her tummy tum
f+ck with that b+tch but she dont love me doe
yeah i swear to god that b+tch so addicted
what she saw she motherf+ckin diccted

yeah she a bad b+tch, she a bad b+tch

(hook)

she a bad b+tch
she a bad b+tch

ima savage
ima savage

she hop on that d+ck like a rabbit
f+ckin that b+tch, its a habbit

spent 800 on the bustdown
mad hoes round me issa touchdown
yeah pat mahomes vibes, say what now?
lyrical ammo, got anotha round

(verse 2)

b+tch im really sippin on that lean im okay
b+tch i lob it up to lagy make it high like plxce

when life gets hard baby i feel insane
so i pop a couple bars to to take the pain

catch a n+gga lackin
choppa get to blastin
make your b+tch world like it was jurassic
ill beat the crumpets ill never pass it
feel like lebron when i go to the basket
baby it get drastic
talk funny end up in the casket
got my money ima stack it
n+gga look who is laughing

pull up onna a n+gga wit a pistol
my choppa look like a mother f+ckin mistle
b+tch i can’t kiss you
no b+tch i don’t miss you
b+tch i know you got issues

put it on his head like hindu
spit fire no can do
write down with a pencil

(verse 3)

stupid b+tch i shot his ass with a pencil
n+gga im high like a mother f+ckin mistle
i pop a n+gga it fizzle

i pop a xan i feel okay
new b+tch wanted to stay

n+ggas mad cause they not me
shot a n+gga its not me
p+ssy boy not me
that boi not as hot as me
givin rap ima prodigy

n+ggas mad they won’t go to the dazzle
sadboy feel like shaq
p+ssy boi talk sh+t he die
p+ssy boi hope i dont sigh



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