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l'a capone - separate myself/intro lyrics

[intro]
how you leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most of these rap n-ggas on some ho sh-t
how you leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most of these rap n-ggas on some ho sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t

and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?
most of these rap n-ggas on some ho sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t
and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?

[interlude]
l’a capone speaking, man. team 600. n-ggas know how i’m coming, man. you know, i just gotta separate myself man…from all this fufu sh-t. it’s a lot of fufu sh-t going on round here, kid. you hear me?

[verse 1]
how you leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most of these rap n-ggas on some ho sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t
and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?
i guess i’m just stuck on that street sh-t
n-ggas mad cause we ball on that heat sh-t
and everyday, i pop out on some flee sh-t
i love designer, that’s me, sh-t
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 oz., then we poke him
l’a too real, you 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 b-tch
so i just separate myself from sh-t
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 k!ll ’em, i ain’t lying, heard it from the horse mouth
can’t walk through the six, you a brick, another route
hit a stain for the sh-t, made it flip, another house
young n-gga hood, but i’m trying to make it out
meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout
riding through the hood, we let 30s hang out
and if he ain’t double-o then he can’t hang out
f-ck talking tough, n-gga 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 n0body hang out
i ain’t never heard ’bout a top-notch b-tch
some raw little chick who ain’t did no d-ck
so when i get a check, put ice on my wrist
got a whole lot of sh-t, nothing for a b-tch
my name hold weight so n-ggas 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

[verse 2]
we don’t tolerate b-tch-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 n-ggas on hitlists
i made this here for the b-tches
and the snitches, and the lames
brick n-gga, stay in your lane
only so long ‘fore a n-gga 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 n-ggas in the game
that can say they ain’t never been a motherf-cking lame
i watched these n-ggas get b-tched by the gang
it’s levels to this sh-t, man

- la capone lyrics

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