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Justin Rarri – PROMISE Lyrics

PROMISE Lyrics – Justin Rarri

Bitch I promise, Imma shit on you for telling lies
To keep it real, one lil bitch done got me traumatized
Woke up in my bed, hella bitches tryna hit my line
Don’t give a fuck, 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, bitch you will never see me walking
Hella famous niggas asking for these features
Bitch, No I don’t need em
Run it up all by myself I’m copping a new Beamer
Bitch, better eat up
Talk that shit, I’ll beat em
Nigga I was tripping off of skits, yea

Baby I’m a thug, I hope that you know that
Bitch I will never fall in love with a fuckin hoe nat
Now that a nigga finally up, I will never go back
And bitch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
I know these niggas know my name though
I don’t know niggas, I’m just banging what I claim though
Picking hoes up in that new motherfuckin’ Range Rover
We kicking doors up like its a motherfuckin’ stain hoe
I swear to god, a nigga was opening them cars

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, fuck I look like coppin a plea, yea
Bitch you wasn’t for me, should’ve been passed to the team
Bitch you better bow down, Imma fucking star now, yea
Pop with them Glocks out, bitch I’m on your block now, yea
You finna ride now, you a lucky bitch if I make time now
Bow down, KOP I’m shoppin’, better bow down
Struggled out, came out the mud
Hella Crips and hella Bloods
They the reason Imma thug
Bitch on my gang, I swear we finna ride now, yea yea
Bitch I swear to god, don’t ever hit my line, yea yea

Baby I’m a thug, I hope that you know that
Bitch I will never fall in love with a fuckin hoe nat
Now that a nigga finally up, I will never go back
And bitch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back
I know these niggas know my name though
I don’t know niggas, I’m just banging what I claim though
Picking hoes up in that new motherfuckin’ Range Rover
We kicking doors up like its a motherfuckin’ stain hoe
I swear to god, a nigga was opening them cars

A nigga was opening them cars
Baby I’m a thug, I hope that you know that
And bitch I will never fall in love with a fuckin hoe nat
Now that a nigga finally up, I will never go back
And bitch we pop out with a slug if he wanna throw back, throw back, throw back
Yeah, right there, you know what sound that is