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no promises - 2hay lyrics

[verse 1: 2hay]
been waiting for this day since the day i was born, hoe
your voices irrelevant, can’t listen for sh*t, hoe
own black diamonds, man f*ck signing
no serenades, i ain’t vibing
your song ain’t make sh*t, can’t even look for no silver lining
my closet’s worth millions, your closet’s worth nothing
the money just keeps coming, i can’t help but keep clutching
your sh*t puts me to sleep, you make lullabies, quit bluffing
make music for yourself, too bad that you ain’t know nothing
let the choppa rain on your ass if you thing rsm’s irrelevant
four goats up in the booth making straight heat just for the h*ll of it
i made all my cash on hard work, i could never inherit sh*t
f*ck 12, they want me gone, but i’m staying, never pеrishing
i put but a b*tch on the list, now she wanna be first, but shе still got to earn my respect
i keep my money in vaults, ’cause i know that these b*tches want it, i got to protect
slow down with that bullsh*t, quit dropping these trash bags
say my name once and now your verse is a flashback

[verse 2: b4x! & 2hay]
(swag, swag)
pull up, pull up, everybody dying, it’s a massacre
pull up, pull up, everybody dying, it’s a
he tryna rock like he got it, f*ck that lil sh*t, yeah, that boy a nerd
you don’t have sh*t, you was never heard, your life a blur
this glock gon’ turn you into a p*ssy like you got [?]
or a b*tch like you got ass and titties (that’s a bar)
me and gang, yeah you know we with it
hop on the beat, i’m spazzing with it
that boy disappear like magic did it
[verse 3: mr. map]
say i lied, but, i don’t make no promise
b*tch, you won’t get this d*ck [?]
b*tch, yuh, we had to flex
yuh, yuh, we when had s*x
getting through graduation, i’m kanye
to be specific, kanye, not ye
it’s easy and hard being a rapper
’cause sometimes you got to figure out how to be a capper

[verse 4: gg lownkey]
uh, okay i hop in this b*tch and i run it
on top of my money, but i ain’t [?]
she’s all in my pants and she’s reaching for something
i got my 2 and i’m motherf*cking cluthing
sipping this drank, n*gga, it got me leaning
feeling like travis scott, n*gga, i’m feining
you’re sitting here mad at me? man, f*ck your feelings
man, i’m a demon
b*tch, i be creeping
yeah, she’s stealing all of my s*m*n
i go to show my speed like i’m streaming
[?] so high, i go through the ceiling
n*ggas know i’m popping a percie just to help my pain
f*ck a b*tch, disappear, [?]
choppa eat a n*gga and it go “bang bang”
walk a thousand miles through the [?]
none of these f*ck n*ggas, they gon’ change me
i smoke around with a motherf*cking hd
if a n*gga really want to f*cking play with me
playing with psycho, n*gga, i’m crazy
spazzing on this beat, want to spit all this heat, n*gga
glock like [?] his t**th, n*gga
put a crown on this sh*t, he a queen now
you a motherf*cking [?], you is senile
looking at my wrist, no you can’t, ’cause it gleam now
got my f*cking choppa and it hit you with the beam now
watch this, uppercut, super smash melee
triple x spinning on my d*ck like a beyblade
(beyblade, beyblade, beyblade, bey*)
no promises, n*gga, no promises
huh, huh, huh, okay, like no promises, n*gga, no promises
[outro: gg lownkey]
no promises i won’t take your b*tch
([?] on my wrist)
(rsm sound gang)
(rsm, rsm, woah)

- 2hay lyrics

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