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Blocboy JB - Addiction (feat. Pooh Shiesty) [Official Lyric Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Rap
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Baker
James Baker
Composer
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Composer
James Spenser IV
James Spenser IV
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
I-V
I-V
Producer
Clay A. Perry III
Clay A. Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
IV Beatss
IV Beatss
Producer

Lyrics

OG (Load me up, IV) OG, he get rebound OG status, on God, puttin' it down (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Do you wanna see a dead body? Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin' Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin' I lost my nigga to fentanyl and some pills I couldn't take it, lost G Spence, man, that been my nigga for years May he 5 in peace My bitch black as hell, but she foreign, she speak Guyanese Menace to society, if I can't walk, that Drac' gon' be my cane If my nigga want you gone, I need location and a name Yeah, I move different We gon' clean the scene after that whack Still have some clues missin' Hundred get him put him under the water, call that blue fishes I don't understand how you a shooter but your tool missin' Daddy was a killer and a robber, that's my true ambition If it isn't love, seeing blood and this ain't New Edition You better cool it down, this Bobby Brown, it got a cooling system Don't you fuck around with fuck-arounds and be the newest victim Turn him to a fraction, he couldn't understand the algorithm Made a song with Drake totin' the Drac', that came with criticism Never had a thing for track and field, but deal with racism Do you wanna see a dead body? Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin' Fell in love with meds Got addicted to all that pill-poppin' (Let's go, blrrrd, blrrrd) When Shiesty put that chop on his ass Bet he get to hollerin' (Big Blrrrd) Yeah, before I picked up a microphone, we was really robbin' (Facts) I seen a nigga still get hit up, they had seven bodies (On God) That's how shit go, you gotta know the streets Don't love nobody (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Same day I turned my Glock to a chop I had stop promotin' the violence (I'm switched) Runnin' with takers took your setup They watchin' your diamonds (On God) Don't worry 'bout the Drac' If I got it, just know I'm firin' it (Blrrrd) Gotta bang CGE for life, it ain't no nevermind (No) Two bodies drop at perfect timin' (Blrrrd, blrrrd) Finessed a nigga in Dior I'm still stylin' while I'm slimin' (Stylin' while I'm stylin') New opp pack hittin' so hard I ain't get it from a member, then you lyin' (You sorry) Still creepin' through they block I ain't take my phone I'm tryna read signs (Ayy, I'm tryna hit my target) Do you wanna see a dead body? (Blrrrd) Yeah, I catch somethin', somebody dyin' (Blrrrd, blrrrd) They say that I'm rich chocolate My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin' Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin' Do you wanna see a dead body?
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Lee Baker, James Spenser Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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