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letra de hypocrite - fricky (us)

intro
c13, collector’s item
hypocrite, yeah
you’s a hy-po-crite (i’m goin’ in)

[verse 1: fricky]
body of a goddess but her skinny jeans, it don’t fit
i kinda like a gal who breaks the law like she moses
y’all be the minority, you might as well oppose me
but if i take her home, she’d be the mama of my own kids
so anytime at all, i’d take her out, photo shoot
the party’s at my place, it’s goin’ down, golden stool
you gotta know her well to come around, and only few
thinks she the hottest in this town, and only you
don’t suspect, you trusted, you loved her readily
they say that love is blind, that’s the reason why you barely see
homies keep on tellin , you a snake ? n-gga lemme be
i figured it was gossip and rumor is the enemy
little did i know the shordy was a thief
little did i know that she wasn’t meant to be
she never really cared, she was in for the paper
now love is in the air and my dreams turn to vapor

[hook: felly]
they goin’ smile up in your face, celebrate when you lose
when you fail they jubilate, put the brakes on your moves
you be hy-pro-crite, chale you be hy-pro-crite

[hook : fricky] repeat

[verse 2: felly]
(y’all) now forget fricky, i’mma tell mine
so funny how people wanna sit on my shine
i ignore haters, they just waste my time
but don’t push it yo, you better not cross the line
she said she was a fan, better yet a sister
if i need a friend, i shouldn’t hesitate to jist her
she said ‘i got your back’, she said ‘i’d be your spine’
but when my spine broke, it was hasta la vista
he claimed he was my boo, better yet my romeo
he was the model-man, man from the get go
‘i go die for you’,you that was his motto
but all he said was never true, it was just for show
fake shoes, who’re you impressing? man, we don’t care
just do you ‘cuz consequence is for you to bear
yeah, they would stare but the real gem is rare
so be you, just be you, n-gga

[hook : felly /fricky] repeat

now there is a twist to the story
some would come around when you hit for your glory, got your traitors feeling sorry
had to leave the girl ‘cuz my friends told me bullsh-t
who apparently, didn’t steal(steel) nothing like a goldsmith
wanted proof,huh ?but sadly they’re they clue
they stab you when you snooze now they’re happy you in the news
i mean i got my boys back, gladly they are few
like, how you goin’ work late and still not carry tools,huh?
anyways, you see i’m pushing weight
they really really hate it when they see you doing great
you shoulda listen less to what peple say
cuz 9 out of ten, them be hy-po-crites (craze)

- fricky us

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