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chris gauge - condo lyrics

[verse 1]
got b-tches drunk textin’ me
i ain’t with the chit chat no stephanie
all my old hoes tryna mess with me
but no detours from my destiny
momma wanna send me to therapy
but that sh-t a joke a parody
cause i really live life with clarity
other n-gg-s living a fantasy
but i never was the type
i know boys really bout that life
i chill with them and earned my stripes
i spit fire when the flow ignites
a fat -ss my kryptonite i’m tryna balance the wrong and right
but if that p-ssy’s tight i’ll hit harder than a meteorite
and that sh-t might make it feel better
middle of the storm, but i had worse weather
never look back, but however only regret i never f-cked taylor
heard that thing gets wetter than a sailor
got mad bars no need for a jailer
don’t know my life only seen the trailer
my mom and ex’s biggest failures
now that i look back at it homes higher than an attic
how we turned out all so tragic
future gone just like magic
but still, go crazy when i step in the booth
listen to the verse if you need some proof
hate myself like i’m hanging by a noose
yeah, that’s kurt cobain, but i still got juice

[chorus]
had a dream i thought i made it selling shows i’m f-cking famous
waking up 50 b-tches in a condo naked
but if i made a million i know just what i’d do
i would be with all my n-gg-s and we’d be robbin’ you

[verse 2]
been spitting heat for too many years
from ny to fl seen too many tears
you in my thoughts if you sitting in jail
rest in peace to my n-gg-s that should’ve been here
half puerto rican got dope like cubans
sink your flagship i don’t care who’s in
i ain’t a picky criminal i don’t be choosing
do my dirt than 5 minutes later i be cruising
in a cadillac blacked out girl and her -ss out
if she don’t suck d-ck baby get your -ss out
i don’t waste time make every second matter
f-ck white girls till they scream black lives matter
priorities, baby like the devil done raised me
i rap cause i love it, i don’t give a f-ck if it pays me
in my face n-gg-s smile like they a part of the bradys
backhand makes fronting n-gg-s do 180s
but now i maintain all my bros do the same thing
rep my set like i motherf-cking g-ngb-ng
n-gg-s hate umm cause i rap now?
so my bro, yeah, they keep the mac now
so pipe down don’t make no noise
f-ck a bad b-tch then i chill with my boys
no christmas, but you can get these toys
but i don’t pull triggers i rap, by choice
saved my life and now we in here like lice
yeah, trust me there ain’t sh-t nice
i spit fire with a heart like ice
a n-gg- been broke at least twice
don’t speak i don’t want your advice
just pop tags and forget the price
but life is a gamble god gave me dice

- chris gauge lyrics

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