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PayGotti
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PayGotti
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Boy, I think about it, every night and day
I'm addicted, wanna jump inside your love
(What'd you think bitch) I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (hol' up)
Just can't get enough (aye)
I'm addicted to this phonk, 'lotta gun smoke
Slide wid' baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it till his thumb broke
Basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low
She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb whore
Wrapped him up a while ago and **** ain't sly
You can run and duck behind the ground but **** can't hide
Popping molly on the live I call it FaceTime
This a baby glock, but it be barking like a canine
Stun down, track runner, she my top feet
Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me
Better turn this city up if **** pop me
Hol' on brother, bend that block again
I'm finna drop ski
Fucked up lovey dovey, where that bag at
If she ain't breaking bread then that the type of bitch I laugh at
Tryna eat so what the fuck these **** mad at
I'm racing to the chicken, we gon' see who get the last laugh
I'm addicted to this phonk, 'lotta gun smoke
Slide wid' baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it till his thumb broke
Basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low
She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb whore
Wrapped him up a while ago and **** ain't sly
You can run and duck behind the ground but **** can't hide
Popping molly on the live I call it FaceTime
This a baby glock but it be barking like a canine
Stun down, track runner, she my top feet
Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me
Better turn this city up if **** pop me
Hol' on brother, bend that block again
I'm finna drop ski
Easy money, I ain't never need no hand out
Nelson **** mad, I moved around and took their bag route
Hit their block it's like I'm tryna take the trash out
Say he want his head, but I can't let my brother crash out
Roll running, chilli chaser, bankroll
Box a **** in, and do him trifling that's a case closed
Call me Mr. Make-A-Movie like it's BangBros
Broke bitches make my stomach hurt, I swear I hate those
I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way (mm, mm)
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (mm, mm, mm)
Just can't get-
(Mm-mm, mmm) I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
I wouldn't wanna have it any o-ther way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
Just can't get-
Written by: Geoffrey Royce Rojas, Writer Writer Unknown