Chords for King Von - Too Real (Official Video)
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[Ebm] If Drew didn't film it, then it ain't filmed right.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3-D Rose, he ain't tell none.
How you real, yo homie just got killed.
And you still ain't did none.
You the type to get booker, tell on your friend.
And act like you ain't said none.
Me damn, niggas know who I am.
We got the college, spent the bin, we call it 2AM.
Niggas think it's sweet, since I got rich.
Like I won't shoot at them.
I'm on the block, feel fucker, broke nigga.
Bitch, bro, I don't give a shit.
I'm so cold, I make her sick.
Know who my dentist is.
I done shot so many men.
I think I'm 50 cent.
I asked once, won't ask again.
Know who you dealing with.
If I crack once, won't crack again.
I ain't with that feeling shit.
Man, these niggas hoes.
I already know.
Tell him, drop the low.
He gon' get exposed.
Too real, I cannot go.
Plus, I keep a pole.
My chain white and gold.
We're so cold, I'll make it snow.
We've turned to homicide.
You distant, we gon' slide.
He got shot, but he ain't die.
It's like you know he died.
I feel bad, got my bands up.
Still gonna make you put your hands up.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3D World, he ain't tell none.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3-D Rose, he ain't tell none.
How you real, yo homie just got killed.
And you still ain't did none.
You the type to get booker, tell on your friend.
And act like you ain't said none.
Me damn, niggas know who I am.
We got the college, spent the bin, we call it 2AM.
Niggas think it's sweet, since I got rich.
Like I won't shoot at them.
I'm on the block, feel fucker, broke nigga.
Bitch, bro, I don't give a shit.
I'm so cold, I make her sick.
Know who my dentist is.
I done shot so many men.
I think I'm 50 cent.
I asked once, won't ask again.
Know who you dealing with.
If I crack once, won't crack again.
I ain't with that feeling shit.
Man, these niggas hoes.
I already know.
Tell him, drop the low.
He gon' get exposed.
Too real, I cannot go.
Plus, I keep a pole.
My chain white and gold.
We're so cold, I'll make it snow.
We've turned to homicide.
You distant, we gon' slide.
He got shot, but he ain't die.
It's like you know he died.
I feel bad, got my bands up.
Still gonna make you put your hands up.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3D World, he ain't tell none.
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[Ebm] If Drew didn't film it, then it ain't filmed right. _ _ _
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_ I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3-D Rose, he ain't tell none.
How you real, yo homie just got killed.
And you still ain't did none.
You the type to get booker, tell on your friend.
And act like you ain't said none.
Me damn, niggas know who I am.
We got the college, spent the bin, we call it 2AM.
Niggas think it's sweet, since I got rich.
Like I won't shoot at them.
I'm on the block, feel fucker, broke nigga.
Bitch, bro, I don't give a shit.
I'm so cold, I make her sick.
Know who my dentist is.
I done shot so many men.
I think I'm 50 cent.
I asked once, won't ask again.
Know who you dealing with.
If I crack once, won't crack again.
I ain't with that feeling shit.
Man, these niggas hoes.
I already know.
Tell him, drop the low.
He gon' get exposed.
Too real, I cannot go.
Plus, I keep a pole.
My chain white and gold.
We're so cold, I'll make it snow.
We've turned to homicide.
You distant, we gon' slide.
He got shot, but he ain't die.
It's like you know he died.
I feel bad, got my bands up.
Still gonna make you put your hands up.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3D World, he ain't tell none. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3-D Rose, he ain't tell none.
How you real, yo homie just got killed.
And you still ain't did none.
You the type to get booker, tell on your friend.
And act like you ain't said none.
Me damn, niggas know who I am.
We got the college, spent the bin, we call it 2AM.
Niggas think it's sweet, since I got rich.
Like I won't shoot at them.
I'm on the block, feel fucker, broke nigga.
Bitch, bro, I don't give a shit.
I'm so cold, I make her sick.
Know who my dentist is.
I done shot so many men.
I think I'm 50 cent.
I asked once, won't ask again.
Know who you dealing with.
If I crack once, won't crack again.
I ain't with that feeling shit.
Man, these niggas hoes.
I already know.
Tell him, drop the low.
He gon' get exposed.
Too real, I cannot go.
Plus, I keep a pole.
My chain white and gold.
We're so cold, I'll make it snow.
We've turned to homicide.
You distant, we gon' slide.
He got shot, but he ain't die.
It's like you know he died.
I feel bad, got my bands up.
Still gonna make you put your hands up.
I'm with E-Dawg, he gon' blam some.
3D World, he ain't tell none. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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