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Promise (feat. Izzy Mula)
by Adamthamac
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She said I wanna go to MacLan, I can take you there Pull up in a dream killer, make all
The bitches stare Fly fat nigga, I ain't scared to pull up nowhere
Keep talkin' all that shit, so I hope you know the Lord's Prayer
Money talk nigga, he keep sayin' I'm the chosen one
Do it with a pistol, so I'm gonna have lots of fun
Hit the mystery box, and I pulled out a go-to gun
He been broke his whole life, the nigga known for makin' joint runs
ATM out on Mac the same, but I'm one-on-one Bounce out, chase him down the street, playin
Temple Runs Gang hangin' out the window, slidin' in Daytona
For fun Buffed up on the beat like Super Saiyan Gohan
Last time I saw him, he was in the backseat of my car
He said I wanna go to MacLan, I can take you there
Pull up in a dream killer, make all the bitches stare
Fly fat nigga, I ain't scared to pull up nowhere
Keep talkin' all that shit, so I hope you know the Lord's Prayer
Money talk nigga, he keep sayin' I'm the chosen one
Do it with a pistol, so I'm gonna have lots of fun
Hit the mystery box, and I pulled out a go-to gun
He been broke his whole life, the nigga known for makin' joint runs
ATM out on Mac the same, but I'm one-on-one Bounce out, chase him down the street, playin
Temple Runs Gang hangin' out the window, slidin' in Daytona
for fun Buffed up on the beat like Super Saiyan Gohan
Last nigga play with the Mac, still can't get heard from
Stop worryin' how I flash out the money, bitch, you ain't earn nothin
Laughin' at these bitches, hit my dance like Pee Wee Herman
They gon' bring the beat back to me, they love all my sermons
Gang goin' crazy on the tier, they the fled cops
Diamonds on my neck, arrest my old bitch like the pocket watch
Hit the bitch upside her head while you ain't on the clock
House off the whip and let it rip like Beyblade
Don't forget the money, Izzy Moolah stay gettin' paid
The grind team fucked around with us and you'll get slayed
Half man, half amazing here, we don't do fades
Call me Steve Martin, I get it cheaper by the dozen
Sit and flip the pack till it's gone, real hustlin
Don't even try when I pull bitches, McLovin' Reachin' for my chain, get you socked, no
Tusslin' Right out that ADD at PPP, you ain't seen
No chicken Wolf and lion cappin' on the gram, you be
Speakin' fiction When I catch you, I'ma do you how I lead
This, I need listenin' Then sippin' lean, poppin' Xans, I don't
Use prescriptions Twenty-five blues, what I spend for this
Montclair How the grind team doin' rap, niggas, this
Isn't fair Talkin' bout them G's, one of one, but I got
Them in pairs Yo bitch see me and she top me off, I go woo
She said I wanna go to MacLan, I can take you there Pull up in a dream killer, make all
The bitches stare Fly fat nigga, I ain't scared to pull up nowhere
Keep talkin' all that shit, so I hope you know the Lord's Prayer
Money talk nigga, he keep sayin' I'm the chosen one
Do it with a pistol, so I'm gonna have lots of fun
Hit the mystery box, and I pulled out a go-to gun
He been broke his whole life, the nigga known for makin' joint runs
ATM out on Mac the same, but I'm one-on-one Bounce out, chase him down the street, playin
Temple Runs Gang hangin' out the window, slidin' in Daytona
For fun Buffed up on the beat like Super Saiyan Gohan
Last time I saw him, he was in the backseat of my car
He said I wanna go to MacLan, I can take you there
Pull up in a dream killer, make all the bitches stare
Fly fat nigga, I ain't scared to pull up nowhere
Keep talkin' all that shit, so I hope you know the Lord's Prayer
Money talk nigga, he keep sayin' I'm the chosen one
Do it with a pistol, so I'm gonna have lots of fun
Hit the mystery box, and I pulled out a go-to gun
He been broke his whole life, the nigga known for makin' joint runs
ATM out on Mac the same, but I'm one-on-one Bounce out, chase him down the street, playin
Temple Runs Gang hangin' out the window, slidin' in Daytona
for fun Buffed up on the beat like Super Saiyan Gohan
Last nigga play with the Mac, still can't get heard from
Stop worryin' how I flash out the money, bitch, you ain't earn nothin
Laughin' at these bitches, hit my dance like Pee Wee Herman
They gon' bring the beat back to me, they love all my sermons
Gang goin' crazy on the tier, they the fled cops
Diamonds on my neck, arrest my old bitch like the pocket watch
Hit the bitch upside her head while you ain't on the clock
House off the whip and let it rip like Beyblade
Don't forget the money, Izzy Moolah stay gettin' paid
The grind team fucked around with us and you'll get slayed
Half man, half amazing here, we don't do fades
Call me Steve Martin, I get it cheaper by the dozen
Sit and flip the pack till it's gone, real hustlin
Don't even try when I pull bitches, McLovin' Reachin' for my chain, get you socked, no
Tusslin' Right out that ADD at PPP, you ain't seen
No chicken Wolf and lion cappin' on the gram, you be
Speakin' fiction When I catch you, I'ma do you how I lead
This, I need listenin' Then sippin' lean, poppin' Xans, I don't
Use prescriptions Twenty-five blues, what I spend for this
Montclair How the grind team doin' rap, niggas, this
Isn't fair Talkin' bout them G's, one of one, but I got
Them in pairs Yo bitch see me and she top me off, I go woo
