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lirik lagu 30 on the beat - real talk

[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

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