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condiminium - a1billionaire lyrics

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[intro: a1billionaire & fijimacintosh]
(ayy, cook that sh*t up, lou)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(loubeats on the beat)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, ooh (yeah)

[chorus: a1billionaire & fijimacintosh]
that’s your mama house that you trappin’ out? (yeah)
we in the condominium, you in the regular house (yeah)
we gon’ walk around the corner, we gon’ air it out (yeah, yeah)
what’s that lil’ sh*t you was talking ’bout? (yeah)
what’s that lil’ sh*t that you pullin’ out? (yeah)
we got sticks, b*tch (always), we gon’ air it out (doo*doo)
i spent seventy thousand dollars on some saint laurents (yeah)
i spent seventy thousand dollars on some saint laurents (yeah)
all this fear of god (yeah), we in jesus’ house
stuck my arm out the window, now it’s freezing out

[verse 1: a1billionaire & fijimacintosh]
put your arm in the window, we gon’ chop it off
put my arm out the window with them choppers out
i’m confused ’bout that lil’ sh*t you talking ’bout (yeah)
so bonfused ’bout that gangster sh*t you talking ’bout (yeah)
we got sticks, b*tch (yeah), we gon’ air it out (yeah)
we got sticks, b*tch (yeah), we gon’ air it out
put the lime in the coke and then i mix it up (yeah)
i put perkies in my cup (yeah), she wanna drink my nut (yeah)
you done had enough (yeah), you done had enough (always)
i could put you on your feet, b*tch, you broke as feet
i put money on your head like a haircut
my shooter got a steady hand, watch him line you up
we’ll line you up, they outlined in chalk (yeah)
i forgot my pants (yeah), these yves saint laurents (yeah)
copped some bape and some [?] from 2001 (b*tch)
you wan’ go to war with him? he got a thousand guns (slatt, slatt)

[chorus: a1billionaire & fijimacintosh]
that’s your mama house that you trappin’ out? (yeah)
we in the condominium, you in the regular house (yeah)
we gon’ walk around the corner, we gon’ air it out (yeah, yeah)
what’s that lil’ sh*t you was talking ’bout? (yeah)
what’s that lil’ sh*t that you pullin’ out? (yeah)
we got sticks, b*tch, we gon’ air it out (doo*doo)
i spent seventy thousand dollars on some saint laurents (yeah)
i spent seventy thousand dollars on some saint laurents (yeah)
all this fear of god (yeah), we in jesus’ house
stuck my arm out the window, now it’s freezing out

[verse 2: fijimacintosh]
all this money, i’ma take your mama out
my b*tch so d*mn bad, she got a potty*mouth, yeah, yeah
f*ck ’round with these n*ggas, they just want some clout, yeah, yeah
walk ’round with my pistol, b*tch, it’s hanging out, yeah, yeah
amiri jeans with the gucci to match
hundred bands stuffed in my louis print bag
flip it and spin it, i get it right back
i pull her tracks and i hit from the back
i’m off this earth, i can never come back
smoking on medical just to relax
b*tch, i’m the pedigree, remedy, melody
you in the back of me, can’t be ahead of me

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