Never Trust A Hoe lyrics

[Intro:]

(BnD Productions)

[Chorus:Bruno]
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

[Verse 1: Soda Man]
f*ck it, remember that day I had to smoke
Damn, she hurt me, I had to choke f*ck it
I’m talking, 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 sex, 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 killing 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 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

[Verse 2;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 semen
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 pus*y and birthday cake
How you talking sh*t about me, you’re a f*cking joke
How my di*k little, when you sucked it and you choked

How my di*k 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 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

[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 di*k and her momma f*cking taught her
My money is my time, so I guess I f*cking bought her
Lickity-split, lickity-split, I’m up in the clit
I’m taking it out, she licking 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 nobody
And if he wanna 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 di*k

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 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

[Chorus:Bruno]
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