Often Lyrics by Unknown T
Live, we’re live, we’re live, we’re live, we’re live
We’re live, we’re live
Bare chattings but time will tell, get me
Bare gassing on the machine as well, they know
Fire, man’ll get banged, mm
(I love Chris Rich)
Listen
We pop champagne in the club ’cause the lifestyle used to be horrid
Uptown bitch in a five star nightgown givin’ me knowledge
Supply downs, VVs foreign
Better tuck with your pork, yeah, my broskis are blacked on black got my city like Gotham
Skip the bat, man step on my jewels, I’ll rock them
Blud, he’s a joker, my n**** got them
Tell them young gunners “Come ’round and flex with the goons”
I’ll bust them, I’ll bust them
Top hit on my plate, fuck fame
On my Bruce I’ll chop them, that ain’t a problem
Had enough of Amiri jeans, I still drop them
I want Chrome Hearts, Corteiz
Celine, all Yves Saint drip, but I already copped them
She want tug love, come and be with a boss then
Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton
She hear my tunes on a often
Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top them
All the bad bitches play my songs often
I don’t trust but she know my problems
Baby, don’t speak when I plot them
You like gun men? Let’s have fun then, come then
All the bad bitches play my songs often
Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton
She hear my tunes on a often
Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top them
All the bad bitches play my songs often
I don’t trust but she know my problems
Baby, don’t speak when I plot them
You like gun men? Let’s have fun then, come then
All the bad bitches play my songs often
We don’t trust no n***** ’round the other side
We let them hollows fly, another homocide
Now my whole team kitting for some other guys
I ain’t got no time, bro’s gone a time
Never do old fashioned, I need more designs
Always been on latches, so we got that bang
Grrt, your boys been all lacking, so we gonna bang
Pay attention, got the COVID-19
Homie sanitised, made the banger rise
Done a load of qweffings, we’d a load of cheffings
We can glamorise, we got bragging rights
This badinha dumb, she couldn’t be my wife
I don’t love her, fuck it, I’ll just jeet her twice
If I wanna floss, I’ll cop a jail twice
Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton
She hear my tunes on a often
Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top of them
All the bad bitches play my songs often
I don’t trust but she know my problems
Baby, don’t speak when I plot them
You like gun men? Let’s have fun then, come then
All the bad bitches play my songs often
Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton
She hear my tunes on a often
Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top of them
All the bad bitches play my songs often
I don’t trust but she know my problems
Baby, don’t speak when I plot them
You like gun men? Let’s have fun then, come then
All the bad bitches play my songs often
(I love Chris Rich)