Condiminium

Album cover art for "Condiminium" by A1Billionaire & Fijimacintosh

A1Billionaire & Fijimacintosh - Rap, Trap

Condiminium

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[Intro: A1Billionaire] (Ayy, cook that shit up, Lou) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (LouBeats on the beat) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ooh (Yeah) [Chorus: A1Billionaire] 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' shit you was talking 'bout? (Yeah) What's that lil' shit that you pullin' out? (Yeah) We got sticks, bitch (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] Put your arm in the window, we gon' chop it off (Doo-doo) Put my arm out the window with them choppers out (Doo) I'm confused 'bout that lil' shit you talking 'bout (Yeah) So bonfused 'bout that gangster shit you talking 'bout (Yeah) We got sticks, bitch (Yeah), we gon' air it out (Yeah) We got sticks, bitch (Yeah), we gon' air it out (Doo-doo) 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, bitch, you broke as fuck (LouBeats on the beat) 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 (Bitch) You wan' go to war with him? He got a thousand guns (Slatt, slatt) [Chorus: A1Billionaire] 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' shit you was talking 'bout? (Yeah) What's that lil' shit that you pullin' out? (Yeah) We got sticks, bitch, 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 (LouBeats on the beat) [Verse 2: Fijimacintosh] All this money, I'ma take your mama out My bitch so damn bad, she got a potty-mouth, yeah, yeah Fuck 'round with these niggas, they just want some clout, yeah, yeah Walk 'round with my pistol, bitch, 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 Bitch, I'm the pedigree, remedy, melody You in the back of me, can't be ahead of me

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Credits

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  • Fijimacintosh
  • A1Billionaire