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sueters – condiment lyrics

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[hook]
tryna blow up ‘fore it’s too late
got my mind on the goal for me feeling so great
and in case a motherf-cker tryna hate
watch and learn, may ninth is the date

who is that? man i’m on the hunt
got me feeling got me talking blunt
got me dizzy like i took a punt
drown in the sauce, condiment

(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce, condiment)

[verse 1]
aye
hop on my bike and dash
never flex with money ’cause i got no cash
got a lotta love not tryna be brash
gone in a flash throw ur -ss in the trash

boy i got a heart full of gold
talking sub zero, got a heart full of cold
paving the way for the young and bold
saving the day cause your sh-t get old

i ain’t really tryna wait, want it right now
back down, henny got me feeling off the track wow
got a couple dollars in the bank now
ain’t an understatement man i’m almost in the red now

money getting tight like the clique
all these f-cking people flexing bottles taking pic
no money in the bank yet thinking they sh-t
when the only thing they never really had was a hit

[hook]
tryna blow up ‘fore it’s too late
got my mind on the goal for me feeling so great
and in case a motherf-cker tryna hate
watch and learn, may ninth is the date

who is that? man i’m on the hunt
got me feeling got me talking blunt
got me dizzy like i took a punt
drown in the sauce, condiment

(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce, condiment)

[verse2]
little white boy from the ‘burb’
grew up with the people with the drinks and the herb
in motion like verb
don’t try to disturb or you’re meeting the curb

money ain’t the motive
blowing up like a bomb get explosive
got a little money now that you know sh-t
still a broke -ss boy yeah we notice

shame on your name
how you getting money and you still so lame
i think that you need to take a step back
think that you need to pack a backpack

take a hike, f-ck off for a while
catch a breath, face death, come back with a smile

[hook]
tryna blow up ‘fore it’s too late
got my mind on the goal for me feeling so great
and in case a motherf-cker tryna hate
watch and learn, may ninth is the date

who is that? man i’m on the hunt
got me feeling got me talking blunt
got me dizzy like i took a punt
drown in the sauce, condiment

(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce)
(contiment, condiment, drown in the sauce, condiment)

- sueters lyrics

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