Too Real Lyrics by King Von is latest English song with music also given by DJ FMCT, Glazer & DJ Bandz. Too Real song lyrics are written by Glazer, DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT & King Von.
Too Real Song Detail
| Song Name: | Too Real |
| Singer: | King Von |
| Composer: | DJ FMCT, Glazer, DJ Bandz |
| Lyrics by: | Glazer, DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT, King Von |
Too Real Lyrics
D-d-dj fmct
Dj bandz, ooh, man
Man, these ni**as hoes (hoes)
I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo’ (what?)
He gon’ get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can’t)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I’ll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon’ slide (what? Huh?)
He got shot but he ain’t die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still, I’ll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I’m with edogg, he gon’ blam somethin’ (uh-huh)
Free d.Rose, he ain’t tell nothin’
How you real? Your homie just got killed (how?)
And you still ain’t did nothin’ (what?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends (what?)
And act like you ain’t said nothin’ (damn, damn)
I’ll be damned, ni**as know who I am (they know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.M (let’s go) (let’s go)
Ni**as think it’s sweet (what? What?)
Since I got rich like I won’t shoot at them (boom, boom)
I’m on the block, still f**k a broke ni**a bi**h (yeah)
Boy, I don’t give a s**t
Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist is
I done shot so many men (what?), I think I’m 50 cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won’t ask again (I won’t), know who you dealin’ with
If I crack once, won’t crack again (I won’t)
Ain’t with that feelin’ s**t (nah, nah, nah)
Man, these ni**as hoes (hoes)
I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo’ (what?)
He gon’ get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can’t)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I’ll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon’ slide (huh?)
He got shot but he ain’t die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still I’ll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I’m with edogg, he gon’ blam somethin’ (uh-huh)
Free d.Rose, he ain’t tell nothin’