King Von - Why He Told Lyrics

Lyrics 'Why He Told' by King Von. Read at blog Nesialyrics.

DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Von

Man I don’t know why he told I don’t know why
That boy was realer than a bitch, I don’t know how he fold (Don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (He ain’t nah)
He told them what he told ’em (Told ’em)
That was my brudda he broke (He broke)
Gotta act like I don’t know (Damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him if its true he said, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ fo?
You had me cryin’, bro, I could’ve done that time, bro

Now we ain’t talkin’ now, and he ain’t even call my phone, no more there ain’t nothin to talk about
Nigga you dead wrong, you left me on my own, ’cause you ain’t real no more
This shit fucked up, niggas tellin’ on they guys
I don’t wanna drill no more, I don’t even wanna drill no more

Bitch, I would’ve bonded you out, you could’ve stayed at my house
We would’ve figured it out, you took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin’ out, who he gon hang wit’ now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out
He might end up taking me down, damn
[?] say fifty a round
Bronem ain’t gon’ like how this sound
‘Cause bitch, we came up from the ground
You get hit with the tech if you foul
Just be quiet ’cause these niggas loud

Man, I don’t know why he told (I don’t know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, I don’t know how he fold (Don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (He ain’t nah)
He told them what he told ’em (Told ’em)
That was my brudda he broke (He broke)
Gotta act like I don’t know (Damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him if its true he said, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ fo?
You had me cryin’, bro, I could’ve done that time, bro

Oh, you a whiteness now
The realest nigga that I knew
You done turn Mickey Mouse
I heard they get you in that [?], you put business out
I bet they give your ass some food, say you was gettin’ out
Now sit your dumb ass down

Bitch, I would’ve bonded you out, you could’ve stayed at my house
We would’ve figured it out, you took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin’ out, who he gon hang wit’ now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out
He might end up taking me down, damn
[?] say fifty a round
Bronem ain’t gon’ like how this sound
‘Cause bitch, we came up from the ground
You get hit with the tech if you foul
Just be quiet ’cause these niggas loud

Man, I don’t know why he told (I don’t know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, I don’t know how he fold (Don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (He ain’t nah)
He told them what he told them (Told em)
That was my brudda he broke (Broke)
Gotta act like I don’t know (Damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him if its true he said, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ fo?
You had me cryin’, bro, I could’ve done that time, bro
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