Eem Triplin, $NOT - LET YOU KNOW lyrics
Eem Triplin [Naeem Muhammad] Johnstown, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
Snot 999 [Edy Edouard] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Eem Triplin, $NOT - LET YOU KNOW lyrics]
Loving won't get much better
Loving won't get much better
Loving won't get much better
Loving won't get much better
Uh, one time for the ho, two
Times up for the gang, yeah
Thirty rounds and a scope topside
That's what I claim, yeah
Can't trick on a ho
I ain't never stress about a bitch
Fell out with my folks but I
Guess it is what it is, yeah
One thing I need to know
If I fucked up would you tell me?
Don't know if I should up and go
'Cause staying with you isn't healthy
Know I keep my feelings on the low
But I think it's time to let you know
I don't wanna see you up and go
But I think it's time to let you go
Pray to God every day so I get him, yeah
To wash away all of my sins
What's the point of giving you a chance?
If you might just do it again
I'm protected with all of my friends
From the opps that want revenge
You can ride around in my side of town
You can spin around in my Benz
Get whatever you want, lil' baby, I got it
Know you can talk all that
Shit 'cause you poppin'
Walk in the function the stick in my pocket
Nigga try me, he gon' die 'bout this Prada
I got a stick on my hip and that
Bitch really cooking and flipping
Like it's Benihanas
Bet he don't know that she
Fuck with the oppas better stay cool
Watch that car that's behind 'em
Fuck what they talking 'bout
We might go rob 'em
Bodies be dropping we put 'em in coffins
Glock 9 on me, we is not boxing
Stick on my hip finna solve all the problems
Fuck a millimeter bitch, I ride with a shotty
Bullet holes all on my chest and his body
Big drip on a ho like Fivi'
Only trust God 'cause he got me
I thought that we were friends
But I guess I was thinking wrong
I can't pretend that you was just my only one
I'll make amends
I'm coming clean to you for once
Are we still friends? Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
One time for the ho, two
Times up for the gang, yeah
Thirty rounds and a scope topside
That's what I claim, yeah
Can't trick on a ho
I ain't never stress about a bitch
Fell out with my folks but I
Guess it is what it is, yeah
One thing I need to know
If I fucked up would you tell me?
Don't know if I should up and go
'Cause staying with you isn't healthy
Know I keep my feelings on the low
But I think it's time to let you know
I don't wanna see you up and go
But I think it's time to let you go
Shoutout my nigga Eem shoutout Eem
Loving won't get much better
Loving won't get much better
Loving won't get much better
Uh, one time for the ho, two
Times up for the gang, yeah
Thirty rounds and a scope topside
That's what I claim, yeah
Can't trick on a ho
I ain't never stress about a bitch
Fell out with my folks but I
Guess it is what it is, yeah
One thing I need to know
If I fucked up would you tell me?
Don't know if I should up and go
'Cause staying with you isn't healthy
Know I keep my feelings on the low
But I think it's time to let you know
I don't wanna see you up and go
But I think it's time to let you go
Pray to God every day so I get him, yeah
To wash away all of my sins
What's the point of giving you a chance?
If you might just do it again
I'm protected with all of my friends
From the opps that want revenge
You can ride around in my side of town
You can spin around in my Benz
Get whatever you want, lil' baby, I got it
Know you can talk all that
Shit 'cause you poppin'
Walk in the function the stick in my pocket
Nigga try me, he gon' die 'bout this Prada
I got a stick on my hip and that
Bitch really cooking and flipping
Like it's Benihanas
Bet he don't know that she
Fuck with the oppas better stay cool
Watch that car that's behind 'em
Fuck what they talking 'bout
We might go rob 'em
Bodies be dropping we put 'em in coffins
Glock 9 on me, we is not boxing
Stick on my hip finna solve all the problems
Fuck a millimeter bitch, I ride with a shotty
Bullet holes all on my chest and his body
Big drip on a ho like Fivi'
Only trust God 'cause he got me
I thought that we were friends
But I guess I was thinking wrong
I can't pretend that you was just my only one
I'll make amends
I'm coming clean to you for once
Are we still friends? Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
One time for the ho, two
Times up for the gang, yeah
Thirty rounds and a scope topside
That's what I claim, yeah
Can't trick on a ho
I ain't never stress about a bitch
Fell out with my folks but I
Guess it is what it is, yeah
One thing I need to know
If I fucked up would you tell me?
Don't know if I should up and go
'Cause staying with you isn't healthy
Know I keep my feelings on the low
But I think it's time to let you know
I don't wanna see you up and go
But I think it's time to let you go
Shoutout my nigga Eem shoutout Eem