Eem Triplin - LONDON TIPTON lyrics

Haha, haha, haha yeah, yeah
You don't need a guitar just to
Say that you rock with me, baby
If you ridin' we (yeah, yeah)
If I ain't have no car, would you
Sit out and walk with me, baby
(M-m-m)
Sit out and walk with me, baby (yeah, yeah)
If I ever go broke, can I
Still keep your heart with me, baby
(M-m-m) still keep your heart with me, baby
(yeah, yeah) i know that we not in love
Just the thought of it driving you crazy
(M-m-m) yeah, ye-ye yeah
When you sit down, say I'm rich
And we fuck in the Bentley Bentayga (M-m-m)
In the back of the Bentley Bentayga
She done been crying before
You can tell by the streaks in her makeup
(Pew, pew pew, pew pew)
II know that I'm all my opps
They be punching they phones when
They see me with paper (Psh psh)
I got the Glock, it's attached to my jeans
Everywhere that I go, if I see me a hater

I left my bitch in the back (Ah, a ah)
I had to run up this bag
(Pew, pew pew pew pew pew) get to the cash
Get that bitch all in a hat (Ah, a ah)
Throwing me off (Skrt)
Tell me the reason you mad (Pah, pah, pah)
She was the only one stressing me out
(Pew, pew) bout' some shit that ain't
Matter to me anyway (Pew pew, pah pah pah)
My brodie said, "Get you some hoes" (Pah pah)
Fuck all of those
I can have a new bitch every day (Hoe)
I like to walk around pretty as hell
With some drank in my cup
While I'm drenched in designer
I done ran up me some racks
They fucking it up
Ima' save all this shit on my momma
Fucking on Instagram models
Told her she cool
But she gotta' bring French for my partner
Even through thick and the thin
You was my twin baby you know that I gotcha'

Yeah, y yeah (Hah, Hah)
Are you into me, like I'm into you, ok?
(Hah, hah, hah) okay, okay, okay (Hah, hah)
Now that "814" hotline, I'm a click away
(Hah, hah)
One click away (Hah, yeah, hah, yeah)
I answer that phone (Hah)
You say you alone and want me to stay
(Hah, hah) she want me to stay, okay
(Hah, yeah, hah, yeah)
That n talk crazy (Hah)
I bet Ima' put that lil' boy in his place
(Hah, hah) ahaha (Hah)
I got me a chopper for every
Room in my mafuckin' place (Hah, hah)
Pew, pew, pew pew (yeah, yeah)
You broke than a bitch
And you still talking shit (Hah, hah)
Better get you some cake (Haaaaa)
My bitch looking bougie, (Hah, hah)
Tonight Ima' fuck on her face (Hah)
Yeah, yeah (Damn, damn)
Can't believe that I made it
Up out of the hood (Hah, hah)
This shit feeling great (Hah, hah)

Yeah, yeah you don't need a guitar just to
Say that you rock with me, baby
If you ridin' we (yeah, yeah)
If I ain't have no car, would you
Sit out and walk with me, baby
(M-m-m)
Sit out and walk with me, baby (yeah, yeah)
If I ever go broke, can I
Still keep your heart with me, baby
(M-m-m) still keep your heart with me, baby
(yeah, yeah) i know that we not in love
Just the thought of that driving you crazy
(M-m-m) yeah, ye-ye yeah
When you sit down, say I'm rich
And we fuck in the Bentley Bentayga (M-m-m)
In the back of the Bentley Bentayga
She done been crying before
You can tell by the streaks in her makeup
(Pew, pew pew, pew pew)
II know that I'm all my opps
They be punching they phones when
They see me with paper (Psh psh)
I got the Glock, it's attached to my jeans
Everywhere that I go, if I see me a hater