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30 on the beat - never trust a hoe كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]

(bnd productions)

[chorus: bruno]
not much to do in an old world
not even much to say in a cold
every time i see your face
you’re the one i couldn’t replace

you stole my heart and you threw it away
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste
just hear me out, cause wrote it with faith
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste

[verse 1: soda man]
f_ck it, remember that day i had to smoke
d_mn, she hurt me, i had to choke f_ck it
i’m smoking weed, while i’m f_cking crying
f_cking the day i lost you, b_tch i started crying like

f_ck it, i felt like i was f_cking dying
looked in your eyes, i seen the lying
they didn’t give a f_ck, what a n_gga had to say
f_ck it, n_gga really had to pay
it’s life sh_t, it’s motherf_cking life sh_t
the b_tch said she wanted s_x, got it from a white b_tch
f_cking changed around, gotta white b_tch
f_ck it, i’m getting on my mic sh_t
putting 23 on my motherf_ckin’ chest
f_cking cam newton, superman i’m the best
f_ck it, n_gga gotta say it, gotta confess
that i’m k!lling all these n_ggas, i’m the f_cking best

[chorus: bruno]
not much to do in an old world
not even much to say in a cold
every time i see your face
you’re the one i couldn’t replace

you stole my heart and you threw it away
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste
just hear me out, cause wrote it with faith
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste

[verse 3: ev3rgreen jay]
f_ck all of my exes like lea martin n’ alexis
you walked frontin’ like you was my bestest
why you talking sh_t and telling lies
tryna pin as the bad guy, you a b_tch, that ain’t worth a dime
stop faking a good girl, cuz you let the whole team in
and tell rosie, when she kiss me, she tasting all my s_m_n
i just wanted to f_ck, should’ve put the cream in
cause you faked emotions, and got into my feelings

you’re a f_cking fake and a lying ass snake
blinded by latina p_ssy and birthday cake
how you talking sh_t about me, you’re a f_cking joke
how my d_ck little, when you sucked it and you choked

how my d_ck game weak when you called me mr. minute
had you screaming for 3 hours, you didn’t let me finish
a sl_t playing [?], don’t ever say my f_cking name
the only time i wanna see you, is on your knees giving brain

you only dated me, to feel the black race
i wish every memory of you, i just could erase
but i’m gon’ remember, one valuable lesson
never trust a hoe, now b_tch was your confession

your name disgust me, when i hear it, i wanna throw up
don’t ever hit me up, when you see a n_gga grow up
how do you wake up every morning, f_ckin heartless
wasting my time, wish it all never started b_tch

[chorus: bruno]
not much to do in an old world
not even much to say in a cold
every time i see your face
you’re the one i couldn’t replace
you stole my heart and you threw it away
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste
just hear me out, cause wrote it with faith
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste

[bridge: ev3rgreen jay]
oh a real dummy, forever saying i love her
call me jimmy [?] cause i always wear a rubber
nasty motherf_cker, dirty under_covers
and i’m coming through, with my rari’s and my rovers

she sucked my d_ck and her momma f_cking taught her
my money is my time, so i guess i f_cking bought her
l!ckity_split, l!ckity_split, i’m up in the cl_t
i’m taking it out, she l!cking that sh_t
i’m coming on in, sipping on gin, and i take it in

[verse 3: kekks]
so these b_tches are the same, yea be rapping on my name
if you ready hard to ball, cause you know i got that game
f_ck it, steppin to the mic, in the studio and wait
they standing in line, so they can’t get a date

f_ck that date, i can’t never trust no body
and if he wonna f_ck with me, he better call up on his hobbies
the hobbies, yea the popo, yea that pig, we don’t f_ck with
and all you fake b_tches, all you b_tches can suck this d_ck

i don’t step to the break of dawn
gotta new b_tch from the sun, date to the morn
i don’t give a f_ck, new week, a new girl, a new freak
a new seek, and new weed, i got that, that’s on me

don’t; give a f_ck, i got n_ggas, yea, uh i got triggas
b_tches wanna f_ck with me, cause they know i got sigmas
got my homie in the back of the mic, yea he recording
his name is micah, cause he know we hit it while we bored uh

[chorus: bruno]
not much to do in an old world
not even much to say in a cold
every time i see your face
you’re the one i couldn’t replace

you stole my heart and you threw it away
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste
just hear me out, cause wrote it with faith
still debatin’ whether, you’re a waste

- 30 on the beat

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