LONDON TIPTON lyrics

by

Eem Triplin


[Chorus]
Haha, haha, haha
Yeah, yeah
You don't need a guitar just to say that you rock with me, baby
If we ride, than we ride (Yeah, yeah)
If I ain't have no car, would you sit out and walk with me, baby (Mmm)
Sit out and walk with me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
If I ever go broke, can I still keep your heart with me, baby (Mmm)
Still keep your heart with me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
I know that we not in love
Just the thought of it driving you crazy (Mmm)
Yeah, ye-ye-yeah
When you sit down, say I'm rich, and we f*ck in the Bentley Bentayga (Mmm)
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)
I-I 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

[Verse 1]
I left my b*tch in the back (Ah, a-ah)
I had to run up this bag (Pew, pew pew pew pew pew)
Get to the cash
Gave that b*tch all that I had (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 sh*t that ain't matter to me anyway (Pew pew, pah pah pah)
My brodie said, "Get you some hoes" (Pah-pah)
f*ck all of those, I can have a new b*tch every day (Hoe)
I like to walk around pretty as hell
With some drank in my cup while I'm dripped in designer
I done ran up me some racks
They f*cking it up, I'ma save all this sh*t on my momma
f*cking on Instagram models
Told her she cool, but she gotta bring friends for my partner
Even through thick and the thin, you was my twin
Baby you know that I gotcha
[Verse 2]
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*ggas talk crazy (Hah)
I bet I'ma put that lil' boy in his place (Hah, hah)
Ahaha (Hah)
I got me a chopper for every room in my motherf*ckin' place (Hah, hah)
(Pew, pew, pew pew) (Yeah, yeah)
You broke than a b*tch, and you still talking sh*t (Hah, hah)
Better get you some cake (Haaaaa)
My b*tch looking bougie, [?] (Hah, hah)
Tonight I'm f*ck on her face (Hah)
Yeah, yeah (Damn, damn)
Can't believe that I made it up out of the hood (Hah, hah)
This sh*t feeling great (Hah, hah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
You don't need a guitar just to say that you rock with me, baby
If we ride, than we ride (Yeah, yeah)
If I ain't have no car, would you sit out and walk with me, baby (Mmm)
Sit out and walk with me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
If I ever go broke, can I still keep your heart with me, baby (Mmm)
Still keep your heart with me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
I know that we not in love
Just the thought of that driving you crazy (Mmm)
Yeah, ye-ye-yeah
When you sit down, say I'm rich, and we f*ck in the Bentley Bentayga (Mmm)
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)
I-I 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
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