Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Addicted, artist - Lil' Flip.
Date of issue: 18.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Addicted |
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane |
It’s only one bitch I trick my dough fo' |
Haha, a lotta y’all niggas spendin y’all money foolishly man |
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck |
That Capiss, knawI’msayin |
It’ll have you right, oh boy |
I be smokin on that Mary Jane |
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? |
(I wanna know) |
See I’m addicted to that Mary Jane |
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? |
(I need mo') |
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn’t with it |
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute |
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt |
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant |
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk |
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk |
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive |
Even when my money low I find a way to get high |
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me |
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy |
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back |
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that |
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight |
At night time I can’t drive right |
You wanna feel what my vibe like |
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right |
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill |
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills) |
Cali got the best kill |
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh |
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD |
I’m in love with W, E-E-D |
Please pass the blunt, don’t hold the blunt |
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch |
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?) |
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up) |
Got game from the OG’s (and I soaked it up) |
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus) |
Now I’m coppin Blueberry like it ain’t no thang |
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang |
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can’t handle it |
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick |
(*Talking*) |
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain’t a baller |
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos |
Do what you do man |
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man |
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat |
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga |
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga? |
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga? |
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush |
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man? |
Ah man, we do it big man |
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth |
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man |
Haha, youknowI’msayin |
We ball outta control baby |
And don’t hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja |
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown |
Uh, yeah |