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Promises, promises

Promises, promises
Promises, promises
That you couldn't keep, couldn't keep, couldn't keep
Yo, she told me she loved me

If I need

my tongue for no gun let me say my peace
French kiss you let that pistol whistle se la vi
They got heat wait a minute they not me
But if these vics is

Just know if a shot come flying my way, dude ass won't make it to see next year
But fuck dude broke ass by 2025 I'm trying to pull up Lambo Urus
Or that

(Intro).
(Whoooo waay). They don't know..
The reborn of, Vic.O.. (music messiah).

(Verse).
When u get problems... mmmmm.
Na there u go know who love

love
If they stab me from behind
And I don't need nobody else
I got too much on my mind
Cause when I do it by myself
I put that work in every line
I

kirenlinko 47 used by talabans 
If I sent the word to my niggas this would be their plan
At his next to kin a fleet of niggas spraying out of a van 
couple

kids keep meddlin'
If thug niggas go to heaven
Can I bring my medal in
You keeping the pole
Lay you down a lic
What you know
Gone grab a vic
Whippin O's

and let me get paid
And I'll put you and daddy up in that mansion by the lake
Now see if anybody still hates on that
See if they still sayin this ain't rap

Imma ride it 
Get up inside it 
If you like it 
Imma take my time yea

Imma ride it 
Get up inside it 
If you like it 
Imma take my time yea

Saying

Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by

bad so she went blonde for the summer (she wanna act bad)
Ain't trippin on nan, you can go red if you wanna (red if you can)
I pay for her bundles (pay

Kick the same rhymes, play the same games
To watch my back, but ain't no vics here
Bring in the new--that tune was last year
In strode the baby brother,

humble and grounded to earth
Gotta live right, can't be turnin' out worse
Youngin' like Vic, I go hang by the Spurs
Hop on 290, the lane getting merged
I

If it ain't racks, then that shit wack
I know a nigga, went made a song with the opps
Just to get them boys off of his ass
I took lil bra

Yeah
I’d be the first to admit if I ain’t got shit
But too bad for all y’all that I’m lit
Too bad for y’all that I’m lit
Too bad for y’all that I’m

that my perspective was a stupid lie
Or that it could be crumbled by
Your position to my brain and the way that I live
I'd be lying if I said that there

a nigga get drugged
Shoots rang out, he asks if you getting some grub
But your cars so far and he's parked in front of the club

Been seeing her for

Times like this make me feel as if it'll never happen
Told by many give it up, i'd never make it rapping
Every opportunity blocked like a nasal

niggas act like they be into me
Chocolate cutie that hair colored purple
I stay as Stefan you oh fuck niggas Urkel
I ride in a VIC we be smoking on purple

hit, broke his ankles, let the pound finish the clip
Pap had hit his chest, the gat jammed, ya man a Vic
If you press us at a function and we ain't

September '85 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by christmas I would have
A bad ass mother G.I. Joe
for your little minds to blow
I still got beat up

niggas Vic's
If i was curt not gon lie that nigga woulda felt the switch
Put the button on em, man he folded like a bitch
Got two fat bitches in the back

if I'm in a crown Vic
And we both got different kinds of history from way back
But nun of that will matter when we chillin' in a Maybach
She be in

that one spark comes along and new heights emerge for you to take your whiff
For those under exoteric notions
Denoted by the power of one man can leave