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letra de don't cross me - seaning

[intro]
yeah! haha, seaning! and magoo!

[verse 1: seaning]
i got my raps to write; i got my drags and dyk-s
i got the gas and the match; all i need is the light
i’m a fast like i was light, but then you laugh at my sight
but don’t cross me b-tch, or start saying goodnight
but no! i ain’t gonna fight if you f-cking push me
but i will ruin your life so don’t think i’m a p-ssy
i’m a get you all strapped up, chuck you into the front seat
and drive you into the ocean, and left dead for two weeks
say bye bye to mama, say bye bye to foreplay
and if you diss me, well b-tch, have it your way
i heard your bars, weak b-tch, there is the doorway
i’m a roast ya, and serve ya, like you was some gourmet
when you hear my cd’s, see me on the tv
or by the slightest chance that you go see me
don’t ever think that i’m a soft jello, marshmallow
cause my -rs-nal is filled pencils for y’all fellows
and i’ll write my disses down, then i’ll make ’em loud
and then i’ll see the smile on your face, turn to a frown
but thats the last chance that ya’ll ever get
until you’re curl up with tears in your eyes, laying in bed

[hook]
i’m a i say the sh-t i wanna say
so don’t cross me
i’m a play the way i wanna play
so don’t cross me
and i’m a play this game my f-cking way
so don’t cross me
if i cross you name out
then you cannot squash beef

i’m a i say the sh-t i wanna say
so don’t cross me
i’m a play the way i wanna play
so don’t cross me
and i’m a play this game my f-cking way
so don’t cross me
if i cross you name out
then you cannot squash beef

[verse 2: magoo]
i’m a lover, not a fighter; but if you want to muck around
hit you with the left, right, finish with the round house
now sean look at this b-tch on the ground, blood coming out his mouth
make sure that, that’s the only thing that’s coming out
i’m a g, with that thug life sh-t, with some plus size kicks
had enough of my ex, now let me f-ck a white b-tch
got seaning by my side but he ain’t my sidekick
he said come up with some bars quick, let the time tick
got b-tches h-tting up my phone but i’m too slack too go
but that b-tch is home alone, i’m a have to post-pone
making music with my bro, feeling like a rockstar
call me post malone, but don’t cross me
’cause your mum, i have to bone, call me motherf-cker
catch me walking past, now your pants smell like kaka
try and diss me malaka, you ain’t nothing but taka
and your b-tch is a sucker, if you know what i mean
catch me cruising in a car that drive by itself, call it christine
if you try and push me aside, i’m a leave you with a split spleen
i’m a drag you to the doorstep of your own home
but no one there, ’cause your b-tch with me, sucking on this d

[verse 3: seaning]
see i’m a lit fuse; i don’t go with a six two
spraying around, praying to lay into a b-tch dude
i got issues, so i do not need no pistols
to say what i gotta say, all i need a pencil
it is all that i need, all i see and what i read
it’s all that i speak, with the beak, and tongue and cheek
i try to say what i want, but you censor me
i don’t blame you, i wouldn’t invest in me
you bark and you bark, and you tear up apart
all the rhymes and the rhythms, i’m making; it’s art
but how far will you go, to show you own
but never say it to my face, only on the phone
but oh no! it hits me like a ton of bricks
when i see your g-y comments, going off and sh-t
i’m still doing my thing and i’m moving in
so get down on your knees and consume a d-ck

- seaning

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