
condiments Passchooo
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[Chorus]
All these bitches on my dick I call them condiments
Snipe you on a private tab I stay anonymous
All my money stack on top bro you stay bottomless
Set the beat on fire like a fucking arsonist
On this chain yeah that bitch you called it marvellous
All these bitches wanna leak my shit like narcissist
My pocket stay fat like a hippopotamus
You say you got the change I don't see you counting it
Where's that money I didn't receive it
Fuck your diamonds I don't need
I feel like dolly I feel conceited
I'm on my own no help don't need it
Don't need guidance I just bleed it
I feel like Blueface yeah just bleed it
Your musics trash hah delеte it
Crash my kart into a bag you know I'm fucking with it
My pockets green like Luigi's cap you capping with it
Postеd up in the crib like its sims 4
Cause that bitch turned emo and she likes gore
[Chorus]
All these bitches on my dick I call them condiments
Snipe you on a private tab I stay anonymous
All my money stack on top bro you stay bottomless
Set the beat on fire like a fucking arsonist
All these bitches on my dick I call them condiments
Snipe you on a private tab I stay anonymous
All my money stack on top bro you stay bottomless
Set the beat on fire like a fucking arsonist
On this chain yeah that bitch you called it marvellous
All these bitches wanna leak my shit like narcissist
My pocket stay fat like a hippopotamus
You say you got the change I don't see you counting it
Where's that money I didn't receive it
Fuck your diamonds I don't need
I feel like dolly I feel conceited
I'm on my own no help don't need it
Don't need guidance I just bleed it
I feel like Blueface yeah just bleed it
Your musics trash hah delеte it
Crash my kart into a bag you know I'm fucking with it
My pockets green like Luigi's cap you capping with it
Postеd up in the crib like its sims 4
Cause that bitch turned emo and she likes gore
[Chorus]
All these bitches on my dick I call them condiments
Snipe you on a private tab I stay anonymous
All my money stack on top bro you stay bottomless
Set the beat on fire like a fucking arsonist
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