Separated (исполнитель: Havoc)
We all gathered here today to say goodbye to the lies [bad word] Hammer hit a [bad word] face, got him talking high pitch Fall settle like you belong into …stilettos You drinking the woman’s drink, I’m on that hennesey level You sounding real sentimental, and soft in your hooks Can’t believe how this [bad word] dress and get nauseous when I look 20 20 vision but had to take another look Would have thought it was fetching like the [bad word] books Keep, using them 48 laws wrong get murked You used to spit bars, now you just church Like a little bird, and most of your album is for the love birds Such wild in, I keep it 1000 You trying new blouses, Prove a [bad word] wrong, put your money where you mouth is What happened to the principles, just style…bout [bad word] This is what you call beef, I’m bout to take a [bad word] [Hook] x 2 Separate the real from the fake, The fake from the real, Wipe that little smurk off your grill Niggas must be sniffing out the bills I helped your [bad word] mind You probably popped too many pills And when we bring it to you The [bad word] through you, and paralyze thoughts Homie I’m too boss, you know walk a sleeping giant But …to get dwarf Just liability, so I gotta write you off And toss to the side, your hide is too soft You [bad word] like clitoris, you addicted to [bad word] riding And you can’t get off it Turn your children to orphans [bad word] outta here, you my offspring Gave you that life that you talking Qb to my [bad word] coffing Burning the sour till I’m coughing And high as a plane, I’m just riding my lane If it’s not broke, why fix it Why the [bad word] would I change? Spit the [bad word] that go inside of [bad word] thang Pictures all me, and my crib, cause I’m the thing Tired of impostors, take them off the rosters Then I’ll be at your door, with the [bad word] choppers [Hook] x 2 Separate the real from the fake, The fake from the real, Wipe that little smurk off your grill Niggas must be sniffing out the bills I helped your [bad word] mind You probably popped too many pills And when we bring it to you You wouldn’t probably do is squeal. Read more: [bad word] [bad word] havoc-separated-real-from-the-fake-lyrics.html#ixzz22UOxdngT