I’m Addicted 2

[Intro: Jenn Carter & Fergie]
Boy, I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted, wanna jam inside your love
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted (KayArchon), and I just can't get enough
Grrah-grrah, boom (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
How you boomin' for Notti but niggas don't jack you? (Jack you)
Now that boy in the air like a statue (Like, what? Statue)
And these niggas, they talk on the net, they don't @ you (At you)
I do most of this shit 'cause I have to (Have to)
Beam on the Glock (Grrah-grrah, what?), party won't stop (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch on my body, she totin' the knocks
If I call her, she settin' the drop (Grrt-grrt, baow)
Niggas cannot relate
Like, shit I been through, I cannot escape (Cannot escape, like)
I can't lack for a hint
Pole on my waist, so I know that I'm safe (Know that I'm safе, like)
I wanna spin, but they told me, "Don't, wait"
I'ma triplе my six (Grrah-grrah), so I feel like a saint, grrah (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Now he can't come around
She like, "Jenny, I'm lovin' ya sound" (Lovin' ya sound, like)

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
She off-She off the Henny, she touchin' the ground (Like, what?)
Ass fat (Beat it down)
I can't fuck if she mixy, ya can't get around
He get shot if he try to get jiggy
4-4s on top, nigga, we got the city (Like, damn)
No cap, I be wantin' a milli' (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Like-Like, I'm wit' Iffy, know bro got the sitchy (Like, what?)
Shit get sticky if I can't get the iffy (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
She got th-She got the jatt, lemme see, 360 (Like, what?)
Bitches see me and start gettin' wet (Damn-damn-damn, like, what?)
Like, letter V, I'm fly like a jet (Fly like, damn)
These-These niggas shot, they done got me upset (Damn-damn-damn, like, what?)
Don't-Don't do the Whitney, just pop me a Perc' (Like, what? Like, what?)
Like, I'm tryna see how you twerk (Like, what? Damn)
Tryna-Tryna see how it work (Like, what?)
She fell in love wit' the way that I flirt (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

[Verse 3: Jerry West]
Ay-Ayy yo, Sheik, put the V in reverse
Notti a dummy, he dead in the dirt
I'm a star and that bitch is a thot, if she wanna be wit' me, it's never gon' work
Dotti a dick and he dead off a Perc'
I'm in motion, these bitches don't get it
Can never cuff a thot, the money come first
You my bitch, put the grip in ya purse
He died 'cause he put 41 in his verse
How you broke and you dissin'? Shit get on my nerves
41 got the city on lock
I can't wait 'til I run into Block'
You my bitch, they not takin' ya spot
Free James, he still come from the Rock
PTSD, so I clutch on my knocks
If the Jakes on my body, the V never stop (Stop)