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cartiers - acetheface lyrics

[intro]
(acetheface)

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
three hundred bands on me, last year, i was broke, though
you try to rob me, i guarantee that’s a no*go
i f*ck her from the back, i got your b*tch in a chokehold
sippin’ all this lean, fenix flexin a slowpoke
ayy, i got these bands on me (bands on me)
you might end up in a coffin, put your hands on me (put your hands on me)
i ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga, keep that blam on me (that blam on me)
i brought molly to the function, got that sand on me (that sand on me)
b*tch, i’m rollin’ (rollin’), yeah, i’m geeked up (geeked up)
i been sippin’ h*lla lean, you n*ggas tweaked up (tweaked up)
n*gga trippin’ ’bout his b*tch, he wanna tweet stuff (wanna tweet stuff)
n*ggas pulled up h*lla funny, got my heat clutched, hey (my heat clutched)

[chorus: fenix flexin]
in the club with my cartis on (cartiers)
lil’ baby, this a party zone (this a party zone)
she say we make her favorite party songs (b*tch)
what type of drugs you wanna party on?
in the club with my cartis on (cartiers)
lil’ baby, this a party zone (this a party zone)
she say we make her favorite party songs (b*tch)
what type of drugs you wanna party on?

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
i be geeked out my mind, you think i’m playin’, huh?
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no bands, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
i be f*ckin’ on your b*tch where you layin’ up
and she can keep good secrets, she ain’t sayin’ nothin’
all types of cartis like i’m sponsored
all these hoes wanna f*ck at my concert
perc’ give me energy like monster
before i say a word, lil’ n*gga, i make bond first
dior chucks on, these ain’t converse
we gon’ put you on a shirt, leave your mom hurt
dior chucks on, these ain’t converse
put you on a shirt, leave your mom hurt
i’m fitted, hat to the shoes
i need everything you got, n*gga, cash to the jewels
i’ma tell you one thing, cash rules
i’ma tell you one thing, cash rules
everything around me, c.r.e.a.m.
try to touch my cash, you get stripped with a beam
mike amiris, these ain’t levi jeans
and they always wanna f*ck when i pull up on the scene, n*gga

[verse 3: afn peso]
i make a b*tch say, “ayy,” like i’m oj
pull up in an orange juice coupe smellin’ like propane
you already know what’s up with me, i don’t even gotta speak
peso finna win, should i say it again?
hoppin’ out the latest benz with the spray in my hand
you n*ggas jealous, i don’t get it, ’cause you shakin’ my hand
i don’t even need friends, i won’t make ’em again
twenty thousand, she’s aroused about the paper i spend, yeah
fifty in my pocket, not no pocket rocket
big guns, in the state, boy, i’m a trending topic
you ain’t heard about the kid? they know all about it
if she wanna party, wait a second, we gon’ talk about it, b*tch

- acetheface lyrics

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