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Separate Video (MV)




Performed By: Drely
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: DeAndre Freeman




Drely - Separate Lyrics
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JL4L it's Jugg Season
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
Everyday I go hard, I'm wishing everyone would listen
I try to tell them how it is, they say I'm just in my feelings
Ain't chasin' no hoe, but I'll be lyin' if I say I ain't miss her
My dawg ain't finish school, but he gon' move off intuition
Free Quan out that jail cell, like why them people snitchin'
They actin' like they unfortunate, they don't even get it
On point like Guard, I got 33 like Scottie Pippen
They mean no harm, they be all bark, I swear they really bitches
I could never bite my tongue, I be off this liquor
Smokin' on my ex pack, she got cut off like SZA
We the ones that got the city hot like we don't f*ck with winter
You'll think I'm selfish, I hold grudges, nah, I ain't forgiven
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
I wear designer, remember days I couldn't even buy the shit
She only want me for my money, this girl think she slick
I had to lay low for a while, I bet they think I quit
You thought wrong, that's what you get just for thinkin' shit
Casamigos, need a fifth
Police come, I plead the fifth
Through the storm, I remain the same
They can't f*ck with me, then gon' f*ck with them
Through the pain, I ain't never change
I ain't never leave, I ain't even trip
One thing bout me, say what you want, but I ain't never flip
When I was sittin' in that cell, it felt like I failed
Everybody say what they would do, but you wasn't even there
Anxiety be killin' me, the liquor keep me square
Now I leave it all to God, I don't even care
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
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JL4L it's Jugg Season
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
Everyday I go hard, I'm wishing everyone would listen
I try to tell them how it is, they say I'm just in my feelings
Ain't chasin' no hoe, but I'll be lyin' if I say I ain't miss her
My dawg ain't finish school, but he gon' move off intuition
Free Quan out that jail cell, like why them people snitchin'
They actin' like they unfortunate, they don't even get it
On point like Guard, I got 33 like Scottie Pippen
They mean no harm, they be all bark, I swear they really bitches
I could never bite my tongue, I be off this liquor
Smokin' on my ex pack, she got cut off like SZA
We the ones that got the city hot like we don't f*ck with winter
You'll think I'm selfish, I hold grudges, nah, I ain't forgiven
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
I wear designer, remember days I couldn't even buy the shit
She only want me for my money, this girl think she slick
I had to lay low for a while, I bet they think I quit
You thought wrong, that's what you get just for thinkin' shit
Casamigos, need a fifth
Police come, I plead the fifth
Through the storm, I remain the same
They can't f*ck with me, then gon' f*ck with them
Through the pain, I ain't never change
I ain't never leave, I ain't even trip
One thing bout me, say what you want, but I ain't never flip
When I was sittin' in that cell, it felt like I failed
Everybody say what they would do, but you wasn't even there
Anxiety be killin' me, the liquor keep me square
Now I leave it all to God, I don't even care
I'm suited up, know I'ma stand on business
Yeah, I had to separate, I ain't worry about division
Yeah, she wanna f*ck cause I got paper, ain't no gimmicks
Everybody round' me got they own pole, they don't know who blickin
He say he with the gang, like nah, no he isn't
Go to war for ours, but I ain't felt the same inna minute
They placing blame on a nigga
I'm out the way, I'm just chillin
I ain't saving no one, but you ain't gotta treat me like a villain
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Writer: DeAndre Freeman
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