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too real - phix lyrics

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[verse 1: phix]
ughh!
keep that p*ssy sh*t away from me
she tell me positions she gon’ get in
she can’t wait to be
settle down, homie?
tell that b*tch to wait for me
she flew into my city for my show and want to stay with me, facts (call it in)
187? yeah, i murdered it
i ain’t got opinions on your sh*t i never heard of it
but your b*tch at my crib telling me “babe i ain’t concerned with him”
the only name she calls me by is daddy, she be blurting it (uh)
they be telling me i’m out here doing too much
i get with two b*tches smoking trees getting too stuck
now thеy want to whisper in my ear they want to do stuff
lеt me make it clear, don’t you get near me acting too tough
combat boots and them rick owens drawers on
i ain’t need security, i got dogs i could call on
head to the car ad i find and grip the sawed*off
c*c*call the coroner
get his body hauled off (tell ’em)
[pre*chorus: phix]
a hundred thousand on my wrist got an audemars (got an audemars)
b*tch i’m here today but i be gone tomorrow (gone tomorrow)
all we do is win
i’m getting straight cake (tell ’em)

[chorus: phix, black zeus]
oo, i’m too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
i’m too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
all we do is win (win)
i’m getting straight cake
oo, we too real we can’t fake

[verse 2: black zeus, phix]
ain’t no need to try me
fronting like you got bodies
bad b*tches stay beside me
gettin’ money my hobby (yea)
hussle mode so godly
can’t see n0body stop me
don’t care what it cost me
chasing the bread come clock me (get it n*gga)
ain’t no talkin’ all i want is face (face)
tell your man to get off my phone, i got no time to play (no)
why they acting big til’ we face to face? (b*tch)
they turning b*tch like it’s ru paul’s drag race
its all gas no breaks (no breaks)
all we know is gettin’ paid
used to be broke, i switched lanes (switched lanes)
now, i got sauce drip stains
miss me with that sucka sh*t
get the number f*ck ’em quick
droppin’ drawers, f*ck the laws
never see me bustin’ quick (nope)
you wife them up, i just replace ’em quick (they gone)
i was born to be on playa sh*t (b*tch)
all i’m doing is pushin’ pounds, no fake weight
new benz off the lot, got the pape plates
been a g since the jump, n*gga ay ay (8, 8)
ooo, too real homie can’t fake
tell ’em
[pre*chorus: phix]
a hundred thousand on my wrist got an audemars (got an audemars)
b*tch i’m here today but i be gone tomorrow (gone tomorrow)
all we do is win
i’m getting straight cake (tell ’em)

[chorus: phix]
oo, i’m too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
i’m too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
too real hoe we can’t fake (can’t fake)
all we do is win
i’m getting straight cake
oo, we too real we can’t fake

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