30 on the Beat - Never Trust A Hoe (feat. Bruno, Soda Man, Ev3rGreen Jay & Kekks)

Not much to do in an old world
Not even much to say in a cold world
Every time I see your face
You're the one I couldn't replace
You stole my heart and you threw it away
I'm still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Just hear me out, cause I wrote it with faith
Still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Fuck it, remember that day I had to smoke
Damn, she hurt me, I had to choke fuck it
I'm talking, smoking weed, while I'm fucking crying
Fucking the day I lost you, bitch I started crying like
Fuck it, I felt like I was fucking dying
Looked in your eyes, I seen the lying
They didn't give a fuck, what a nigga had to say
Fuck it, nigga really had to pay
It's life shit, it's motherfucking life shit
The bitch said she wanted sex, got it from a white bitch
Fucking changed around, gotta white bitch
Fuck it, I'm getting on my mic shit
Putting 23 on my motherfuckin' chest
Fucking Cam Newton, superman I'm the best
Fuck it, nigga gotta say it, gotta confess
That I'm killing all these niggas, I'm the fucking best
Not much to do in an old world
Not even much to say in a cold world
Every time I see your face
You're the one I couldn't replace
You stole my heart and you threw it away
I'm still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Just hear me out, cause I wrote it with faith
Still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Fuck all of my exes like Lea Martin n' Alexis
You walked around frontin' like you was my bestest
Why you talking shit and telling lies
Tryna pin as the bad guy, you a bitch, 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 semen
I just wanted to fuck, should've put the cream in
Cause you faked emotions, and got into my feelings
You're a fucking fake and a lying ass snake
Blinded by Latina pussy and birthday cake
How you talking shit about me, you're a fucking joke
How my dick little, when you sucked it and you choked
How my dick game weak when you called me Mr. Minute
Had you screaming for 3 hours, you didn't let me finish
A slut playing .., don't ever say my fucking 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 bitch 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 nigga grow up
How do you wake up every morning, fuckin heartless
Wasting my time, wish it all never started bitch
Not much to do in an old world
Not even much to say in a cold world
Every time I see your face
You're the one I couldn't replace
You stole my heart and you threw it away
I'm still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Just hear me out, cause I wrote it with faith
Still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Oh a real dummy, forever saying I love her
Call me Jimmy ... because I always wear a rubber
Nasty motherfucker, dirty under-covers
And I'm coming through, with my Rari's and my Rovers
She sucked my dick and her momma fucking taught her
My money is my time, so I guess I fucking bought her
Lickity-split, lickity-split, I'm up in the clit
I'm taking it out, she licking that shit
I'm coming on in, sipping on Gin, and I take it in
So these bitches are the same, yea be rapping on my name
If you ready hard to ball, cause you know I got that game
Fuck it, steppin to the mic, in the studio and wait
They standing in line, and so they can't get a date
Fuck that date, I can't never trust nobody
And if he wanna fuck with me, he better call up on his hobbies
The hobbies, yea the popo, yea that pig, we don't fuck with
And all you fake bitches, all you bitches can suck this dick
I don't step to the break of dawn
Gotta new bitch from the sun, date to the morn
I don't give a fuck, 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 fuck, I got niggas, yea, uh I got triggas
Bitches wanna fuck with me, cause you know that 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
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 I wrote it with faith
Still debatin' whether, you're a waste

Written by:
Bruno Flores, Jecola Presley, Jhreu Montanez, Seth Tiamalu

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