Dj Khaled - Addicted Lyrics

Addicted Song Lyrics
Addicted by DJ Khaled [Intro: Juelz Santana]
Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?
Santana
About to give them some real street sh*t

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Big drop, gotta look big, nigga
I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga
I had the moddo, like “look big, nigga”
It ain’t about what small or what look big, nigga
When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga
Push big niggas to the point where they don’t wanna push small niggas
To the point, get the point, nigga?
Crack dealer I been, since I don’t know when
8, 9, 10, na, I don’t know when
I know I started early, started young, started dumb
Started out as a runner, started out making my run
I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers
Fox was like “here, give this to Kiesha”
Tell Kiesha to get that to T
Tell T “get that back to me”
Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent
Straight out of boot camp
My soldiers in the field marching
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I’m on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I’m addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I’m addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I’m addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I’m addicted
This ain’t fiction, I livedI’m addicted

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Come through on the first?
Good, cause I make my best moves on the first
First of the third, I be workin theGotta break ‘m all down, so every person gets surved
I’m addicted to this life for me
I live it, it’s just right for me
I can’t coap with being broke, I never could
Plus I prommised myself I never would
Plus I can’t forget the fact I have that
Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back
I’m in the kitchen, I’m whippin, bringing that Crakck back
Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic
Pardin my slang, it’s pardt of my bad habits
Pardin my ring, it’s just part of my swagger
You don’t like it, nigga, pardin my swagger
I told a chick I’m addicted
To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures
I told her quick “I’m sort of a pimp, b**ch”
Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with
It’s none like me
Not two, not three, not one like me
Can’t none get it done like me
Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I’m on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I’m addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I’m addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I’m addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I’m addicted
This ain’t fiction, I livedI’m addicted