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