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letra de lightyear - lil seeto

[intro]
jit cooked this one
seeto baby

[verse 1: lil seeto]
hoppin’ out the whip with 80 bands up in the duffle bag
double d’s on me, i’m shootin’ at the double mat
poppin’ the party, we took your chain, then we hopped out
talk about them skits in your songs that you is not ’bout
who is he? brodie, bro my life a movie
call kai bandz for the bottles and the groupies
we just got it started, but i’m already in a two-seat
i did it on my own, still remained on my two feet (b-tch)
[chorus: lil seeto]
lookin’ at my life, i turn nothin’ into somethin’
bad ass kid who got the whole city bussin’
wе had a lightyear and it just started buzzin’
i ain’t f-ckin’ with a broke hoе, on god that’s disgusting

[verse 2: lil seeto]
sixteen, but i’m poppin’ like an og
body for body, we could do it, b-tch you know me
ot, or i’m prolly onna sucker’s side
beefin’ ’bout a b-tch that’s amiris, now a sucker die
yeah we caught his ass loafin’, now we waitin’ on his get-back
complainin’ ’bout a hoe, brodie bro get your b-tch back
i got ran out the city fo’ sho’ to come and smoke me
big glock, big chop shooin’ all these shots just like i’m kobe

[bridge: lil seeto]
lookin’ at my life, i turn nothin’ into somethin’
bad ass kid who got the whole city bussin’
we had a lightyear and it just started buzzin’
i ain’t f-ckin’ with a broke hoe, on god that’s disgusting

[chorus: lil seeto]
lookin’ at my life, i turn nothin’ into somethin’
bad ass kid who got the whole city bussin’
we had a lightyear and it just started buzzin’
i ain’t f-ckin’ with a broke hoe, on god that’s disgusting
[verse 3: kai bandz]
off-white, mix it with supreme, i’m a hypebeast
big glock, that’s a 23 with the light beam
bounce out, who gon’ drop ski? pooh shiesty
my new b-tch a sneaky link, but thats your wifey?
n-ggas said they on my head, quit the hype boy
n-ggas only hatin’ on lil seeto cuz he a white boy
good zaza, it got me higher than a kite, boy
you talk to the b-tch you trynna f-ck, she said “goodnight”, boy
i swear to god, i don’t worry about these thot hoes
duck, duck, goose, i’m dodging b-tches like a pot-hole
big glock shootin’, it fold a n-gga like a taco
i bet these bullets make a n-gga stop, drop and roll
told the b-tch “look here, my life amazing”
bad b-tch, slim thick, brown skin, or she caucasian?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these n-ggas, on god, man they be hatin’
i can’t f-ck with the b-tch on god, if she ain’t payin’
this big dough, dog sh-t im talkin’ guapoly
imma pop the next n-gga if he think ’bout poppin’ me
told this b-tch “if you suck the d, do it properly”
all that clout sh-t, bull-sh-t that is not for me
aye, vroom vroom, it’s a drag race
it’s a light-year, check the score, you in last place
n-gga wasn’t trynna get no cake, he on his ass today
wake up, might smoke a doobie out the ash-tray
[outro]
jit cooked this one

- lil seeto

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