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justin rarri - promise lyrics

[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 lyrics

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