Lyrics Promises - Max B, Paul Couture

Promises

Double dipping
Over flows
They tell me do moderations don’t never over indulge
Love a bitch wit a juicy ass
Open toes
All my shit 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 fuck with that emg
Get cook like a su chef
Niggas is agitators, I had em flavors
Fruity tahishian treats
Couple Manhattan players
Couple white bitches
Fuck em good
Niggas black and appreciate, I’m from the hood
Lennox ave representer
Got the jag my antenna
Niggas riding my music till I’m 40 I ain’t finish
Get my strength from the spinish
In ya mouth like a dentist
Hitting bitches I can’t go home I’m out to the clinic
Promises
Promises
Niggas gone always hate is what momma said
Just keep getting money
Keep doing you
Cut off any and every bitch that ain’t true to you, yeah
So hate the game
Don’t hate the player
Really don’t mean nothing at all
My niggas 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
Fuck with my niggas that’s dedicated
Niggas that get me licks
5th of Henny
Spit the semi
Got cho running and ducking many
Money I’m getting plenty
Fuck with Lucy Hale
Pretty little liars
Plenty felonies my jacket got plenty priors
Started in '97 can’t forget 911
Fuck 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 fucks them bitches that come to my shows
I be fucking them groupies up
Jump out the hooptie truck
Its a Bentley baby
Franky done looped me
Tryna fuck Karruchi
Need to see Rihanna
My bitch 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 shit
Everyone knows
Start the process elimination
Everyone goes
Got these niggas they flow the same
Niggas that know my name Don Biggaveli, here we go again
Promises
Promises
Niggas gone always hate is what momma said
Just keep getting money
Keep doing you
Cut off any and every bitch that ain’t true to you, yeah
So hate the game
Don’t hate the player
Really don’t mean nothing at all
My niggas down down
When I travel bring with me and my forty five… iiiive