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cultie - lsd ii (wit tha fanta) lyrics

[verse 1: playboi carti]
louis, gucci, prada, just designer, aye
i just mixed the lean with the fanta, aye
mixin’ up that dope, arm & hammer, aye
free my n-ggas locked up in the slammer, aye
zone 3, young carti go harder
came a long way from ridin’ on the motherf-ckin’ marta
now i’m ridin’ shotgun, puffin’ dank with your daughter
on my momma, i’m a pretty young n-gga like my momma, uh
(carti! carti! carti! carti!)
n-ggas plottin’, trust n0body, uh, catch a body
off the bean, uh, doin’ donuts, uh, in the lobby
on my partner, i got thotties, silkk the shocker
got the hoes knockin’, tryna f-ck me, uh
bout this money, white b-tches, snow bunny, yeah
easter pink in my cup, off the mud
i f-cked that b-tch, yeah, off the mud, n-gga what’s good?
on the block, got the glock, sell rerock, f-ck an opp
young carti can’t stop, nah, call carti on
smokin’ that strong, sellin’ that strong, all day long
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

[hook]
i mixed the lean with the fanta, uh
i mixed the lean with the fanta, uh
i’ma mix that dope, arm & hammer, aye, aye
i’ma mix that dope, arm & hammer, uh
i mixed the lean with the fanta, uh
i mixed the lean with the fanta, uh
i’ma mix that dope, arm & hammer, aye, aye
i’ma mix that dope, arm & hammer, uh

[verse 2: cultie]
lil’ lsd on the tab
me and yachty high talkin’ bout a mansion
back then n-ggas couldn’t stand us
now we high fivin’ high rollers, wave high to the camera
godd-mn b-tch, feelin’ like the man
bout to board the flight back to atlanta
678 till the day a n-gga rest
used to tote cannons, now they shoot us with a camera
i couldn’t never lie, i would never try
take a dab, hold it in, now it’s colors all around you
backpack got a couple pounds too, soundproof
silencer equipped when they pound you, now who
lookin’ like the man, cartier probably on the xan
what a n-gga gotta do to get a m-th-f-ckin’ sp-ce on the sand
rollin’ blunts till a n-gga crampin’ in the hand, sh-t
my companion be the bandz, bape on my body
4-5 layin’ beside me
momma said the road ain’t easy, ate a lil’ ramen
now it’s steak, sushi and wasabi
b-tches used to laugh at a n-gga, never came around
now they wish they was layin’ beside me
said we want all the money now, p-ssport stamps from atlanta to dubai with mauis, where the molly at?

- cultie lyrics

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