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letra de promise - mook tbg

[intro]
(chad g)
nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah

[chorus]
i promise, i promise, i promise
i’m honest, i’m honest, i’m honest
we get real, real, real, real rich (we get real, real rich)
i got on this christian dior (i got on this christian dior)
we gon’ count a mil’ like we done did it before (like we did it before)
and let them n-ggas go, i see my dreams comin’ true (i see my dreams comin’ true)
i be walkin’ these givenchy’s, you can’t walk inside my shoes (you can’t walk inside my shoes)
n-ggas left me by myself, they must have thought that i would lose (woah)

[verse 1]
had to get this sh-t myself, got off the porch and started juggin’
you don’t know that pain i felt to see them stars inside the roof
droppin’ champagne on my clothes, i lost my bro, it hurt my soul
‘member rockin’ out them shows and all those times we did the most
now designer in my closet, hit the bank and make deposits
my new b-tch, she from canada, but she be thinkin’ i’m playin’ with her
neck look like a chandelier, but i just want my n-ggas here
promise we gon’ run this money up, told pops “we out of here”
taught me to never give it up, we got to get it up
trust me, they gon’ try to stick you up, you got to keep it tough
plus, you gotta stay up on your grind, you want that bentley truck
and don’t let these b-tches waste your time ’cause they fool all of us (nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah)
[chorus]
i promise, i promise, i promise
i’m honest, i’m honest, i’m honest
we get real, real, real, real rich (we get real, real rich)
i got on this christian dior (i got on this christian dior)
we gon’ count a mil’ like we done did it before (like we did it before)
and let them n-ggas go, i see my dreams comin’ true (i see my dreams comin’ true)
i be walkin’ these givenchy’s, you can’t walk inside my shoes (you can’t walk inside my shoes)
n-ggas left me by myself, they must have thought that i would lose (woah)

[verse 2]
runnin’ from these cop cars, i’m livin’ like a rockstar
we don’t play that cap talk, smoke kesha, she don’t back talk
she ain’t tryna’ f-ck, i kick her out, i make that cat walk
i don’t do no beef, he want his smoke, i get ’em all off
i be out in russia with some russians like i’m moscoff
i don’t do no fightin’, we can’t tussle, let that gun talk
all i know is hustle, keep it real and gettin’ cash now
f-ckin’ on these hoes, i couldn’t get, they let me smash now
my n-gga on that yacht, he can’t see ’cause he got gunned down
for d, love you when you back ’round, we gon’ run it up like o-12
n-ggas mad like oh well, in new york like old dale
he hatin’ on me, i can’t tell, these dark tees, i can’t see well (nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah)

- mook tbg

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