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30 on the beat – real talk كلمات اغاني

[intro: 30 on the beat ]
you know what it is
this that real talk
big sh_t poppin’
boss moves only
got all my n_ggas in the building with me
we ain’t worried bout your ex_girl, we on to your next girl
straight up
aye yo, my n_gga
talk your sh_t

[verse 1: k fazo ]
yeah i’m zooming in a sp_ceship
you a p_ssy boy, when i pull up, you ain’t say sh_t
yeah
give a f_ck n_gga a facelift
n_gga’s think i’m playing i’ma put him in the grave quick
yeah

i got that aim, yeah i can’t miss
if that n_gga talking, the whole gang who came with
yeah
the whole gang who i came with
yeah
aye
i’ma aim at your top now
n_gga’s h_lla mad, cause they know that i’m hot now
uh
all these pills i’ma pop now
your b_tch on me, she just tryna take all my guap now

told her, only got time for the top now
heard her tеll gang tap in come shop now
if i see the opps, i’ma spin they block down
run it up, wе them n_ggas at the top now

[verse 2: playboi trizz & k.e.l]
on folks, i’ve been slidin’ since day one
then i take your main b_tch, turn her to my side one
meet you at the rim n_gga, that’s a f_cking and 1
catch your ass in traffic n_gga, you know i’ma buss one

all my n_ggas solid n_gga, you know i’ma real one
30 on the beat n_gga, you know that’s a hit son
the problem with the system, is really n_gga’s and b_tches
always hollerin, that ya’ll real, but y’all fake so i keep my distance (aye, aye)

[verse 3: kmjnike ]
n_gga’s wanna play, till i leave ’em on a shirt
driving by n_gga, yea i might leave ’em in the dirt
take your b_tch n_gga, yea i put her in the vert
she bouncin’ ass n_gga, so you know she gonna twerk
yall n_gga’s some lames, yall ain’t put in no work
you pistol play a n_gga, yea we put in that work
ay, you n_gga’s lurkin, we pull up in the birkin
ya bad b_tch you know she out here, yea she really twerkin’ (aye)

[verse 4: bebe kid ]
give a f_ck bout where you from n_gga
all my n_ggas pack them guns n_gga
leave you smart, i’ll leave you dumb n_gga
and i’m beating on these drums n_gga

aye, n_gga what the f_ck you want n_gga
pull up then i stunt n_gga
make me double back, then i end up on a blunt n_gga
what the f_ck you want n_gga
pull up then i stunt n_gga
make me double back, then i end up on a blunt n_gga

and we cookin’ spilling back (fye fye fye)
in the kitchen, cookin’ crack (crack crack crack)
snow bunnies making wraps (ha ha ha)
and white girls love the crack

and fake n_gga’s talking smack
we run up and we smack
i put his b_tch on her back, f_ck her like a sac
a n_gga want some wax, a n_gga wanna bag
so what the f_ck i’m doing n_gga, workin’ off my ass
[verse 5: 30 on the beat ]
i just pulled up on this lil b_tch up in kearney
she gon’ hop in, and we gon’ skrt in the ‘rari
we gon’ show up, and we know we f_ck up the party
went and got your nails did, now you look like a barbie
yea

my girl waiting on me, so i had to come home
vibing out too much, i ain’t even have to check my phone
n_gga’s p_ssy, asking me whatchu been on
i be getting to the bag, i’m in my zone

caught her lacking in the club, now she done now
too many drinks, had to tell the b_tch to get the f_ck out
beefin’ bout a b_tch, oh you think you up now
tryna be low, but my n_gga, you still stuck out

ooh, she gon’ pop up
n_gga slidin’ home, and he ain’t even have to f_ck
hit me with the heyyy, i ain’t even say much
she f_ck with me, and for that i know she a real one

hold up wait a minute, see you in your feelings
i like you vibe, i like your style, you be somethin’ different
you be thinking i’m playin’, speaking facts to n_gga’s
know i got them racks, i’ma stack them to the ceiling (aye)

[verse 6: lazrade ]
uh
yea

said my ex be mad, tell her off my chest yea
spread your lies, i’m still the one up next
if she talkin’, she dropping, boy bout my flex
boy bout my flex, boy bout my flex

oh lord, i need gucci flops and patek on my arm
i’ma star, tryna f_ck with me, i’ll leave your ass at home
play the card, face down, when i’m flipping through a ____
this the new way, turn the new page of the book

last shot in the finals, hit the pass, got the look
yea, they mad when they glance at me, they don’t know what it took
bust my ass when they glance at me, they don’t know what it took
kiss my ass, give up all my talents to the bass_god yea

mission impossible, rockafella been the dream
yea they come up improbable, but they never change the team
motivated by money, going lights and outta gleam
when i have it, its funny, they all wanna piece of me

- 30 on the beat

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