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letra de promise - justin rarri

[verse 1]
b-tch i promise, imma sh-t on you for telling lies
to keep it real, one lil b-tch done got me traumatized
woke up in my bed, h-lla b-tches tryna hit my line
don’t give a f-ck, i’m just worried bout my money ties
can i go to sleep? no, the money calling
i was trippin off a skeez, i wasn’t focused, now i’m balling
i was down up on my knees
i’m making bread, and now they calling
wanna cop a new lamb, b-tch you will never see me walking
h-lla famous n-ggas asking for these features
b-tch, no i don’t need em
run it up all by myself i’m copping a new beamer
b-tch, better eat up
talk that sh-t, i’ll beat em
n-gga i was tripping off of skits, yea

[chorus]
baby i’m a thug, i hopе that you know that
b-tch i will never fall in love with a f-ckin hoе nat
now that a n-gga finally up, i will never go back
and b-tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
i know these n-ggas know my name though
i don’t know n-ggas, i’m just banging what i claim though
picking hoes up in that new motherf-ckin’ range rover
we kicking doors up like its a motherf-ckin’ stain hoe
i swear to god, a n-gga was opening them cars
[verse 2]
how you switch up on me, how you switch up on me, yea
i was down on my knees, hoping that i can just sleep, yea
imma cop a new beam, f-ck i look like coppin a plea, yea
b-tch you wasn’t for me, should’ve been passed to the team
b-tch you better bow down, imma f-cking star now, yea
pop with them glocks out, b-tch i’m on your block now, yea
you finna ride now, you a lucky b-tch if i make time now
bow down, kop i’m shoppin’, better bow down
struggled out, came out the mud
h-lla crips and h-lla bloods
they the reason imma thug
b-tch on my gang, i swear we finna ride now, yea yea
b-tch i swear to god, don’t ever hit my line, yea yea

[chorus]
baby i’m a thug, i hope that you know that
b-tch i will never fall in love with a f-ckin hoe nat
now that a n-gga finally up, i will never go back
and b-tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
i know these n-ggas know my name though
i don’t know n-ggas, i’m just banging what i claim though
picking hoes up in that new motherf-ckin’ range rover
we kicking doors up like its a motherf-ckin’ stain hoe
i swear to god, a n-gga was opening them cars
[outro]
a n-gga was opening them cars
baby i’m a thug, i hope that you know that
and b-tch i will never fall in love with a f-ckin hoe nat
now that a n-gga finally up, i will never go back
and b-tch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back, throw back, throw back
yeah, right there, you know what sound that is

- justin rarri

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