Promises lyrics
by Max B
Double dipping
Over flows
They tell me do moderations don't never over indulge
Love a b*tch wit a juicy ass
Open toes
All my sh*t open concepts
Snow like the poconos
Spontaneous
Make the porty live
The special's a 38
Welcome to forth five, yeah
Got that two step
My crew the best
Come f*ck with that emg
Get cook like a su chef
n*ggas is agitators, I had em flavors
Fruity tahishian treats
Couple Manhattan players
Couple white b*tches
f*ck em good
n*ggas black and appreciate, I'm from the hood
Lennox ave representer
Got the jag my antenna
n*ggas riding my music till I'm 40 I ain't finish
Get my strength from the spinish
In ya mouth like a dentist
Hitting b*tches I can't go home I'm out to the clinic
Promises
Promises
n*ggas gone always hate is what momma said
Just keep getting money
Keep doing you
Cut off any and every b*tch that ain't true to you, yeah
So hate the game
Don't hate the player
Really don't mean nothing at all
My n*ggas down down
When I travel bring with me and my forty five...iiiive
Shorty fly
Shorty ride
My favorite number
Forty five
Fifty six
Hit me quick
f*ck with my n*ggas that's dedicated
n*ggas that get me licks
5th of Henny
Spit the semi
Got cho running and ducking many
Money I'm getting plenty
f*ck with Lucy Hale
Pretty little liars
Plenty felonies my jacket got plenty priors
Started in '97 can't forget 911
f*ck me until I'm dry
Slanging sense I was seven
Ever sense I remember
Carter birthday December
Caught this felony murder
2006 September
Duffle bags, stuff with o's
Smoke that dour and f*cks them b*tches that come to my shows
I be f*cking them groupies up
Jump out the hooptie truck
Its a Bentley baby
Franky done looped me
Tryna f*ck Karruchi
Need to see Rihanna
My b*tch wanted micky d's
Took her to Benny Hannah's
Searching I couldn't find
Twirking I get behind
All my babies are gorgeous
You want me just get in line
Started this wavy sh*t
Everyone knows
Start the process elimination
Everyone goes
Got these n*ggas they flow the same
n*ggas that know my name Don Biggaveli, here we go again
Promises
Promises
n*ggas gone always hate is what momma said
Just keep getting money
Keep doing you
Cut off any and every b*tch that ain't true to you, yeah
So hate the game
Don't hate the player
Really don't mean nothing at all
My n*ggas down down
When I travel bring with me and my forty five...iiiive