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Imma do this with a lot of confidence Aye thank you for the compliments Got the sauce now looking like condiments Tryna fuck with me bring
live between my tongue and fingers Dunk a mcnug to change its colors yummy down condiments forever Pleasure me aioli mayonaise on my macaroni Love
Got the bitch dizzy Yak and cheese whip Yakaroni drip Yak sauce, condiment Drip store, condiment I got the condiment, man Know what I'm sayin'
up Got em all playing catch up no condiments I'm blessed up ayeee yeah One on one we can check up I'm just trynna get my checks up Nike checks on my
The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar
condiments This ain't not condiment I don't know complements I don't know what to do when an argument comes prominent She becomes dominant and I lose common
Don't want your compliments You ahead Ima Catch up like a condiment I'm not worried ima beat you ya im confident Ten toes, ya grounded like-a
a fridge with only condiments Suckers ain't nothing like Me Sacrifices on sacrifices Even Grams had to starve to feed We don't do defeat Lack of support
that reconnaissance will yield some sort of consequence Condiments on consonance Let's explore the continents My competence outweighs my confidence I
consciousness These niggas fake woke I elevate my pockets Now I'm actin fake broke I hit her wit no condiments That pussy taste so Muy bien I cover my bitch up
I got a hotdog, what do I get Condiments on the table, already set I got a hotdog, what do I get Condiments on the table, already set Mustard
est fait la teuf Sur la piste il y a du condiment Ce soir chérie c'est la fete Y'a plus confinement Sort ce soir est fait la teuf Sur la piste il y
sauce, this that condiment I'll hit her from the back, I got her bent White on her skirt, that's cum not lint When I assert, her eggs ferment Ayy, dope boy
know Then you got to put em on to it Fry sauce is the ultimate condiment Your friends don't know Then you got to put em on to it Fry Sauce is
a condiment Saucy you see from the confidence Team been ballin' like Providence Look, I’ve been feeling way too good Don’t come and kill this vibe I’m not
like condiments Fallen out with mom and them, she need some better fathering Shoes be Gucci, bag be Louis, girl with insecurities With nothing to prove
a compliment If yo dad say he like my fit that's a compliment Ya'll just playing catchup but we don't need no condiments If yo dad say he like my fit that's
get you shot My niggas down to earth like minerals they trapping, selling rock Treat my bitches like some condiments, I make them stay on top I’m out
Imma state the obvious Too much on my plate but I got the sauce I am the condiment Do this for my audience don't care bout your acknowledgment IU got
This sounds like accomplishment Niggas is eating where are your condiments I heard i carry too much confidence I just wanna know what the problem is
condiments must uh thought he was gon' catch up Condiments like some Italian dressing (Woah) Condom meant for ya bitch so don't mess up (Nah) On a mission you
condiments, I'm proud of it I keep the game in the pouch like some ketchup is Yo, catch up kid You ain't really bout it I can see it I relish in the lead you
Condiments off, but they fucked up Still got them green hundreds I just like blue better Broke nigga never seen money You gotta do better Tell them hoes less
a condiment or something told him need to catch up What you gonna do cuz your luck been up I pull up on the scene with my glock been tucked Fuck you and fuck
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