Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Separate Myself, artist - Swagg BDate of issue: 02.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Separate Myself |
| How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? |
| Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit |
| How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? |
| Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit |
| How going to school gone teach more shit |
| And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit? |
| Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit |
| How going to school gone teach more shit |
| And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit? |
| L’A Capone speaking, man |
| Team Six Hunnid! |
| («Six Owe!») |
| («Six Owe!») |
| («Six Owe!») |
| Niggas know how I’m coming, man |
| You know, I just gotta separate myself man. |
| . |
| From all this fufu shit |
| It’s a lot of fufu shit going on round here, kid |
| Ya' hear me? |
| How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? |
| Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit |
| How going to school gone teach more shit |
| And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit? |
| I guess I’m just stuck on that street shit |
| Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit |
| And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit |
| I love designer, that’s me, shit |
| How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? |
| Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? |
| Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him |
| If he got them O’s, then we poke him |
| L’A too real, can’t clone him! |
| You ain’t talking no bands, then don’t phone him |
| Two-tone chrome under the True shirt |
| Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt |
| I don’t like no dramatic bitch |
| So I just separate myself from shit |
| If you post up, I hope you brought your kit |
| Cause I’m wounding cats when that chopper spit |
| Lil' Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out |
| He’ll kill, I ain’t lying, heard it from the horse mouth |
| Can’t walk through the Six, you a Brick, 'nother route |
| Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, 'nother house |
| Young nigga hood, but I’m trying to make it out |
| Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout |
| Riding through the 'hood, we let 30's hang out |
| And if he ain’t Double Owe then he can’t hang out |
| Fuck talking tough, nigga we can bang out |
| It was raining out when my mom put me out |
| But I don’t understand what the net beef 'bout |
| It’s a drill in your hood so nobody hang out |
| I ain’t never heard 'bout a top-notch bitch |
| Some raw little chick who ain’t did no dick |
| So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist |
| Got a whole lot of shit, nothing for a bitch |
| My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick |
| Call up the lean man, need another six |
| Get another stain then do another hit |
| Slide on the O, get a yop, now I’m lit |
| Chuckle. |
| Chuckle. |
| I be high as fuck, man, that shit crazy! |
| Niggas know I’m coming |
| Squad! |
| («Squa-squad!») |
| We don’t tolerate bitch-ness |
| Sneak diss bad for your fitness |
| Let’s get this, hit your block up, leave no witness |
| 25 shots, that’s Christmas |
| Got a handful of niggas on hitlists |
| I made this here for the bitches |
| And the snitches, and the lames |
| Brick nigga, stay in your lane |
| Only so long 'fore a nigga get changed |
| All the opps wanna put dirt on my name |
| I’m a still be the same, you can keep the change |
| Ain’t too many young niggas in the game |
| That can say they ain’t never been a muh' fuckin' lame |
| I watched these niggas get bitched by the gang |
| It’s levels to this shit, man |