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lil seeto - crucifix lyrics

[chorus]
(seeto, baby!)
yeah it’s f+ck the opposition and everybody that’s associated
i ain’t even talking, we gon’ shoot, we ain’t negotiating
glock 19, it’s gen 3 and it’s gon’ bust quick
your ex+b+tch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

[verse]
f+f+f+ck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell
and it’s f+ck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in h+ll (rotting down in h+ll)
had to beat your ass once, and i’ma do it again
i don’t know how i’m finna do it if you ain’t spinning that benz
.33 in my jeans, i feel like kobe up in ’96
5 bullets hit him, so then i left him on a crucifix
never dumped a clip, cause when i shoot b+tch i never miss
stripped you off your gold, you a f+cking b+tch
ayy, ayy, .556 knock your lights out
known to gеt it poppin’ up any second, we don’t fight now
typing on the nеt, but now he’s dead, he can’t type now
known to get it poppin’ up any second, we don’t fight now
[chorus]
yeah it’s f+ck the opposition and everybody that’s associated
i ain’t even talking, we gon’ shoot, we ain’t negotiating
glock 19, it’s gen 3 and it’s gon’ bust quick
your ex+b+tch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

[verse]
pull up on the side, got the yiki if he talk tough
cookies in my wood, big exotic, we don’t smoke puffs
wock i just poured off, and i mix it with the sprite
yeah i give your b+tch the pipe, then i’m turning off the lights
b+tch say goodbye, i don’t ever say goodnight
yeah, what i do is wrong, yeah, i never been right
f+cking with the side that you never even slid for
you talking about your time up in the city, b+tch i did more
wocky in my bag, and if you ask, yes i did pour
how much? not a two, this a whole four
diamonds o, bustdown on my neck b+tch
quarter pound cuban, i got three on my neck b+tch
politics, yeah i’m never for the politics
pull up on side and drop the window, i’ma stalk the b+tch
never let it go, if it’s up there, it’s stuck there
bringing up your city, when there’s never any funk there
f+ck the crew, f+ck your gang and your dead guys
f+ck d03, yeah, his brother in the d+mn sky
talking like you’re tough, you get blown like a d+mn fly (you get blown like a d+mn fly)
[chorus]
(seeto, baby!)
yeah it’s f+ck the opposition and everybody that’s associated
i ain’t even talking, we gon’ shoot, we ain’t negotiating
glock 19, it’s gen 3 and it’s gon’ bust quick
your ex+b+tch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

[outro]
f+f+f+ck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell
and it’s f+ck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in h+ll (rotting down in h+ll)
had to beat your ass once, and i’ma do it again
i don’t know how i’m finna do it if you ain’t spinning that benz
.33 in my jeans, i feel like kobe up in ’96
5 bullets hit him, so then i left him on a cruci+

- lil seeto lyrics

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