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GLOCK IN MY HANDDD IF YU WANNA MET THE MANNNN!

quick song

Lyrics

Aye
Just so you know
Alight
Just so you know
I - I - I been getting money baby this ain't nothing new
You stressing bout some other bitch bitch baby she ain't you
Connected, well respected, and protected with my crew
They told me not to flex but they can walk up in my shoes
I
Might just text my ex and tell that bitch my money grew
I might text all my ops and put them niggas in a group chat
Ask me for some favors bitch but where the fuck were you at
Standing on the corner in the city like its New Jack

And i confess
Only time i leave the crib is if it's for a check
She said she ain't a groupie but this money get you wet
But i don't fall for stupid shit so i don't get upset
It's only for the best
Bands in the coupe
I might just drop the roof
That pussy taste like fruit
I drink her just like juice
This glock and got no safety
If i shot i meant to shoot
Do what i wanna do
Fuck you and all yo crew I - I - I been getting money baby this ain't nothing new
You stressing bout some other bitch bitch baby she ain't you
Connected, well respected, and protected with my crew
They told me not to flex but they can walk up in my shoes
I
Might just text my ex and tell that bitch my money grew
I might text all my ops and put them niggas in a group chat
Ask me for some favors bitch but where the fuck were you at
Standing on the corner in the city like its New Jack
And i confess
I might just text my ex and tell that bitch my money grew
I might text all my ops and put them niggas in a group chat
Ask me for some favors bitch but where the fuck were you at
Standing on the corner in the city like its New Jack

NEW JACK CITY (PROD. SAURON x DEEMO)

thanks to charlie myles and sara kawai 
i had to

Lyrics

You don't need a guitar just to say that you rock with me baby
If i ain't have a car would you sit out and walk with me baby
If i ever go broke can i still keep your heart with me baby
I know we not in love just the thought of it driving you crazy
Will you stay down till i'm rich and we fuck in the Bentley Bentayga
She done been crying before you can tell by the streaks in her makeup
I know that all my opps they be punching they phone when they see me with paper
I got a glock it's attached to my jeans everywhere that i go if i see me a hater

I left my bitch in the back
I had to run up this bag
Get to the cash
Gave that bitch all that i had
Throwing me off
Tell me the reason you mad
She was the only one stressing me out bout some shit 
That ain't matter to me anyway
My brody said "Get you some hoes"
Fuck all of those
I can have a new bitch everyday
I like to walk around pretty as fuck with some drank in my cup 
While im dripped in designer
I done ran up me some racks
Aint fucking it up imma save all this shit on my momma
Fucking on Instagram models
Told her she cool but she gotta bring friends for my partna
Even through thick and the thin
You was my twin
Baby you know that i got ya
Are you into me like im into you
Ok
Dial that 814 hotline im a click away
You answer that phone and say you alone and want me to stay
That nigga talk crazy i be i go put that lil boy in his place
I got me a choppa for every room in my mother fuckin place
You broke then a bitch and you still talking shit
Better get you some cake
My bitch looking boujee sadity
Tonight imma fuck on her face
Can't believe that i made it up out of the hood
This shit feeling great
You don't need a guitar just to say that you rock with me baby
If i ain't have a car would you sit out and walk with me baby
If i ever go broke can i still keep your heart with me baby
I know we not in love just the thought of it driving you crazy
Will you stay down till i'm rich and we fuck in the Bentley Bentayga
She done been crying before you can tell by the streaks in her makeup
I know that all my ops they be punching they phone when they see me with paper
I got a glock it's attached to my jeans everywhere that i go if i see me a hater

LONDON TIPTON (PROD. EEM TRIPLIN)

fuck it

Lyrics 

Fuck my soul let you have my heart
But she ain't give a fuck about it
Through the highs and the lows i was staying down
But she ain't give a fuck about me
I bet you didn't even know
Back then when i was broke
Fighting demons on my own
And i can't tell you how i been
I'm riding smoking dope and getting high with my friends

It ain't up for debating
We broke up for a week
And you just found you a replacement
You thought i wouldn't make it
Ain't listen when i dropped shit
But post him when he dropped shit
Fuck  up out my face with all that cap you need to stop it
I just ran it up a couple racks and made some profit
My ex she tried to boss up
I told that girl to stop it
You say that i won't be shit
I told that bitch to watch this
I gave you everything you wanted
I had to go and take some time to sit and think about it
The night i hit yo phone and sent that text that said "I'm coming"
Sometimes i sit and wonder if you ever think about it
Cause i think of it all the time
Spent nights up in the stu tryna make my momma proud
Shit took so long felt like i ran 100 miles
My money stack so big i got 100 piles
Fuck my soul let you have my heart
But she ain't give a fuck about it
Through the highs and the lows i was staying down
But she ain't give a fuck about me
I bet you didn't even know
Back then when i was broke
Fighting demons on my own
And i can't tell you how i been
I'm riding smoking dope and getting high with my friends

TRIBULATIONS (PROD. EEM TRIPLIN)

TAKE MY SOUL(TRIBULATIONS ALT VERSION)

HEARTBEAT (PROD. EEM & CHARLIE MYLES)

eem triplin aka pretty ricky aka mr clean aka rubbaban man
produced by me

RUBBABAN MAN (PAPER PLANES)

do ya chain hang low ?

Lyrics
Chain so low swing under my feet
Slide in a beam awh yeah that's Eem
Double my cup got Sprite with the lean
Out In LA fucked the hoe of my dreams
556 and the 223's
I got a AK with a red beam
What a nigga look like taking my bitch
Get one chance lil hoe thats it
Goyard bag cause it match my fit
Lil white hoe cause she match my whip
Brown skin chick and she hold my stick
She down for whatever it is what it is
I hit it so good she don't wanna leave the crib
Went and kicked the bitch out you can't live where i live
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Had to run me a bag and go get me some chicken
You still broke on yo ass lil homie you trippin
Niggas sitting with problems and dont wanna fix it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Why your girl asking why you can't be like Eem Triplin
Bitch i'm Pretty Ricky i stand on my business
Don't go 50 50 i pay for my women
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You sit on your phone like you making a killing
Like social media is your new religion
I pray to god that this don't fuck up my children
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I remember sleeping all over that couch
Bank so low i aint have no amount
I was so broke that i couldn't even count
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But my chain so low swing under my feet
Slide in a beam awh yeah that's Eem
Double my cup got Sprite with the lean
Out In LA fucked the hoe of my dreams
556 and the 223's
I got a AK with a red beam
What a nigga look like taking my bitch
Get one chance lil hoe thats it
Goyard bag cause it match my fit
Lil white hoe cause she match my whip
Brown skin chick and she hold my stick
She down for whatever it is what it is
I hit it so good she don't wanna leave the crib
Went and kicked the bitch out you can't live where i live
We love you Eem Triplin

RUBBABAN MAN (PAPER PLANES)

Eem Triplin

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