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lirik lagu 30 on the beat - never trust a hoe

[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

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