"Ugly Promise" lyrics
Ooh, girl, tell me
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, girl, tell me
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
Hop out fast cars and put bad bitches in 'em
I drive it like I stole it, you couldn't afford the rental
I got sixty in my cargo pocket, ERD my denim
I gotta hide my ho from ICE 'cause I know they tryna get her
I got all this fake love, somebody make it real for me
I got hoes down to ride, fuck around and kill for me
I been taxin' since a kid, you can't get no deal from me
You add my chain and my watch, it's just like a mill' on me
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
You look like Rihanna, or maybe I just wish
Put that dick inside the bitch, I might just treat her like a bitch
She remind me of Madonna, bitch white than some [?]
I can't fuck with you no more and that's your fault, just know I miss you
I could turn a bitch who pray to Allah into a Christian
I could make a bitch who like the Lakers love the Pistons
At first it was Chanel, now she in love with Givenchy
She like to look like she been had it, all her pieces they be vintage
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, girl, tell me
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
Hop out fast cars and put bad bitches in 'em
I drive it like I stole it, you couldn't afford the rental
I got sixty in my cargo pocket, ERD my denim
I gotta hide my ho from ICE 'cause I know they tryna get her
I got all this fake love, somebody make it real for me
I got hoes down to ride, fuck around and kill for me
I been taxin' since a kid, you can't get no deal from me
You add my chain and my watch, it's just like a mill' on me
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
You look like Rihanna, or maybe I just wish
Put that dick inside the bitch, I might just treat her like a bitch
She remind me of Madonna, bitch white than some [?]
I can't fuck with you no more and that's your fault, just know I miss you
I could turn a bitch who pray to Allah into a Christian
I could make a bitch who like the Lakers love the Pistons
At first it was Chanel, now she in love with Givenchy
She like to look like she been had it, all her pieces they be vintage
I feel like you lyin' to me, somethin' just ain't right
How the fuck you on my mind? I ain't had you on my sight
We can't share the same city, I get mad and catch a flight
I got money on my mind, runnin' laps like Jerry Rice
You get hit like seventy-seven times, try touchin' this ice
From the sun up 'til the sun go down, it's money on this life
Hit you three times with the Drac', if you don't fall, I do it twice
My bitch an immigrant, she can't even leave the house 'til my wife
