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black josh - cult sag 616 lyrics

[verse 1: black josh]
holy sh-t, roll me a spliff
i’m too high for hand eye coordination
cold sagging, toe tagging the corpses in my bas-m-nt
they’re the fertiliser i use to grow the crops i got waiting
i got c-ckroaches mating and rats raving under my floorboards
while i’m blazing on my couch smoking a nine bar to a half ounce
spitting over sixteens in your cypher like i can’t count
making it rain like i pulled the harp out
they call me the great ape, smoking grade a, grade h, break face and some og kane it tastes great
call me king kush, bow to your heiness
my loud gives teams tonight-ish
gold finger, the touch of midas
moving food ’til i give you n-gg- writing
adidas trainers, surrounded my v-g-n-
b-tch asked me for a draw but had cold saw and i denied her
you can’t take draws but i can supply ya, with the cali kush if you got a tenner
someone with a fiver

[chorus: black josh x2]
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
i’m cult sagging yeah, i’m cult sagging

[verse 2: milkavelli]
i’m in thot mansion, them hoes creeping
i’m so high in cult mountain, my nose bleeding
i toe tag ’em for no reason and i’ve been cold sagging since cold sagging had no meaning
no sleep ’til i’m o.d’ing, it’s snow season so the cold makes me rush.. no ian
but o.e’ing, that’s some malt liquor
now get some rizla, throw some og in
cash rules everything around me, cream, get the money ’til i’m feeling like i’m saudi
like, cash rules everything around me, cream, get the money, do a hundred whip it said i’m outy
i wrote this on the route 66, riding shotgun with a pair of blue lipstick kids
doing whippets in a german whip
speaking of german whips, that’s pretty apt since i merked your b-tch

[chorus: black josh x2]
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
i’m cult sagging yeah, i’m cult sagging

[verse 3: lee scott]
skull fits, wear this blah bucket
i was gonna say something that meant something but nah f-ck it
i’m cold sag running on the spot, b-tch please
and it’s not a pretty one with cherry’s on the top
i’m sitting on me b-lls like two sp-ce hoppers
lounging, on the front yard while the dogs are growling
at the cops surrounding, downing vodka frowning
drowning in a puddle blood
thug, idiot, several ciggies lit, in his lips
i’m stingey, i don’t even give a sh-t
a sc-mbag like mmm, when i’m guzzling stellas
i like f words and neck birds in front of their fellas
looking lifeless as the moonlights h-tting me
too right i smoke it through like hickory
one man gang bang, b-tches round and neck 40’s
say me name more time than rick says morty’s

[chorus: black josh x2]
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
cult sagging, straight cult sagging laa
i’m cult sagging yeah, i’m cult sagging

- black josh lyrics

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