Addiction Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Addiction lyrics by Ken Carson from the album xperiment along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Foreign Car and Deaf note, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
Woah, woah
I got something for these n!ggas, woah, I got something for these hoes, woah
Fu*k the internet, I know my pole never see a troll (Woah, woah)
Beating out her back, you would’ve thought this lil’ b!tch stole, woah
Princess cut, white, gold, woah
His diamonds not shining, woah
My whole chain hit harder then yours, you need to check them diamonds, woah
Neck on froze, every time I walk in the room, I switch the climate, woah
Those aren’t mine, don’t know where to start, looking to find it, woah
Dye my dreads, iconic, woah
She don’t talk ’bout s*it, she shining (Woah, woah)
Wake up, knock off hеr bonnet, woah
She a freak, want morning sеx, woah
Money freak, I want more of the checks, woah
Money geek, I been sending you bands (Woah, woah)
This one chain costs a band, woah
Take his chain, I was Armstrong, Lance, woah
Now I’m jigging, I don’t dance, woah
Fu*k the clothes, tryna own land, woah
Fu*k these hoes, tryna stay focused, woah
She a flower b0mb, yeah, lotus, woah
Alien, I’m Paul, no Logan, woah
What I stay with twin, like Jake, woah
These n!ggas keep rapping ’bout Dracs, woah
I’m pushing up with .308s, woah
Glock .40 in my shirt and my waist, woah
I fu*k with that b!tch, she got taste, woah
She know that I’m up, so she lazy, woah
She don’t know that I stay in danger, woah
Head cool, but her pu*sy amazing, woah
Head cool, but her pu*sy the one, woah
I already had ’em kick ’em out the spot, them b!tches wasn’t talking bout nothing, woah
I’m making her roll up my blunt, woah
Can’t kick it, no, you cannot punt, woah
No, Yves, the Saint Laurent, woah
Got paper and rolling a blunt, woah

Bend it over, I spit on her c*nt, woah
Would’ve thought I was licking the blunt, woah
Tom Cruise, I do my own stunts
YVL, yeah, this how I front
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Verse]
She said she wanna fu*k a rockstar, yeah
Say so, these n!ggas not hard, yeah
Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah
She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me, where you get this addiction?, yeah
Tell me what’s the problem, is it something I’m missing?, yeah
I swear, I’m so done with these same b!tches, yeah
She talk behind her friend back, them be the main b!tches
And she won’t talk to ya if you ain’t got a mean wrist
You gotta have a mil’ and she can even spot a real Richard
Rolex Presidental, iced out, this b!tch on blizzard
Now I cut you off before I ever compensate with you
Chrome Hearts, Chuck Taylors, I don’t wanna converse with you
10K for the Rick Owens blazer and we b0mb s*it like Al-Qaeda
Can’t see me on your radar, give a fu*k, I’ll never date her
This s*it coming in, add it up, where your calculator?
GTSE Benz, stick on me, yeah, that’s how I spin
Guard up, I can’t let you know, I can’t let you in
I can’t let a b!tch let me down, no, not again
Fu*k, you seeing my life a movie, a scene, tell me, are you in?
I’m the one who put that CDG on your cardigan
I’m the one who put them ra-ra-racks in your purse, yeah
I’m in that b!tch, tell me, go, tell me, go tax for the work
Nine Vicious, Opm Babi told me I was gon’ go up first
I’m in this b!tch with Isaac, I got Actual Hate on my shirt
I’m in this b!tch with Moon, he a producer, engineer and DJ
He wanna be in the groom, his bride got Ken Carson on replay
I drop in your room, I run this s*it up, yeah, like relay
424s, leather jeans look like denim, racks stuffed in ’em
Saw that car in his video, woah, I know it’s rental
I ain’t mean to hit your ho, woah, it’s accidental
I can call her back whenever I want, woah, this s*it mental
I made so many M’s, popping s*it my s*it on instrumentals
I made so many M’s, my mom and sister straight, yeah, forever
I told you, if fu*king hoes was a sport, I’d have a gold medal
I told you before these hoes—