Chris Condones - Condones

I bought her bags, so she'll love me
I never told, so they trust me
Versace blankets, so they fuzzy
I'm hitting licks, I'm saving money
Untouchable, come in, and cuff me
Public Defender, don't judge me
Dominos, Cheesy and crusty
I'd never fuck, that bitch musty
Palm Angels, mixed with the Stüssy
It's purring, I'm playing with her pussy
Flacko came in and he bought me a Bezel
She rock my chip, but I ain't talking cheddar
D came in, and he bought me a Bezel
I fucked a bitch, and I came on her freckles
Came-back from France and i'm rocking baguettes
We on the way back, she sucking on dick
Over the highways, we taking the jet
Lil bitch ass boy, imma flex with the check
She swimming with pearls, I came on her neck
I'm coming through baby, come give me some sex
I don't claim nothing, I don't throw up no sets
If looks could kill then, i'm sending the threats
Throwing bout 90, in New York, with the Mets
If you don't make it in, you hang with rejects
Condones been the name, you know I'll be repping it, until the day that I die
Rocking the Russian hat, everywhere I go, so they look at me like I'm a spy
I'll be using Condones, till my family straight
I'll be using it, so momma don't pay
Glasses on, so I block the rays
I run the track, like we in relay
Condones, you know, you stating my name
They praise me, so don't use my name under vain
I'm going to LA on a private plane
Canary diamonds, they flooding my brain
VV's diamonds, no stain on my chain
Chief in the Charger, I'm igniting propane
Old jealous ass bitch, tryna fuck up my pay
Blessed up, get the fuck out of my way
She don't fuck with me, don't care what I say
Watch what you say, imma cut you in yo throat
Hands cut off, he a paraplegic
Now he bleeding real fast, he turning anemic
Pass me the Draco, I'm screaming "I Need It"
She take off her pants she moaning, "I need it"
She only my side, I know she be creeping
See through her pants, I see she is leaking
Ain't going to sleep, and my life, like I'm dreaming
Get what you want from the Chrome Hearts store
Cutting with F150, Ford
Margiella my pockets, you can barely afford
Went to the pop-up, I bought me Dior
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport
We got soul ties, like we connecting the cord
Get her away, I ain't fuckin with the whore
Cut him with a dagger, but I call that bitch a sword
Fucked a bitch named Sally, and I fucked her by the shore
When this shit drop, we never going poor
Tried to square up with me, hit him with a left hook, then he stood up
And I left his ass shook, now he know the difference 'tween, a vet, and a rook
Another body droppin' and they screaming my name
The bitch wanna fuck on me, just cause I got fame
I pour me some syrup, I'm runnin' through pints
Yellin' for help, but they never hear my pain
I'll be using Condones, till my family straight
I'll be using it, so momma don't pay
Glasses on, so I block the rays
I run the track, like we in relay
Condones, you know, you stating my name
They praise me, so don't use my name under vain
I'm going to LA on a private plane
Canary diamonds, they flooding my brain
VVS diamonds, no stain on my chain
Chief in the Charger, I'm igniting propane
Old jealous ass bitch, tryna fuck up my pay
Blessed up, get the fuck out of my way
Get the fuck out of my way
Fuck out of my way
Fuck out of my way

Written by:
Christian Condones, Jeffery Williams

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