Closed Sessions

Closed Sessions - Don't Happen That Often lyrics

rate me

Ft. L.E.P. Bogus Boys

They told me to talk my shit, L.E.P. Bogus boys

Ruby hornet, what’s fucking with that? nothing

A high out the sun roof, maniac ducking high when I come through

But then again there’s nowhere to run to, where you going?

Got niggas thinking what the hell would rather run to? Nothing

Ah, hope you call up on these scriptures

My gun’s my bitch so love’s gonna get you

Ah, now how’s that for blog post?

Get a nigga flatline like a bar code, toooo

30 shots filled with hollow, say hello to the Chi town malo, that’s me

My niggas blood drinkers call them merlot

Wanna join the mob, gotta get the fergo

From dust to dawn, we get them gone

This grown man bizz, leave the kids at home

Can have anything that I fucking want

Especially with the shottie, throw the body in the trunk

[Hook]

Yeh, money talking, bullshit walking

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often

Yeah, then shoot em all, shoot em all, bang bang

If you was hurting down here, you’d do the same thang

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often

Yeah, money in my pockets, dummies in the ...

Cold and I’m heartless, soul and no conscience

Get that phone call like I’m holding your mama hostage

Sitting there, head between your legs, like a ostrich

Stick up, artist, villain, bad guy, get around niggas

They say I give all for bad vibing

Rag tied round the 9 or the ruger

No need to squad up, just a driver, shooter

Extortion, hear you holding, I want a portion

Don’t wanna pay, I got ways to force you

At this rate, I be making a fortune

Swear I be getting away with murders like abortion

Yeah, time to bring out the aa’s, I got a sweet thing on my radar

I’m standing up for years and I ain’t finished

The world is our motherfuckers and everything in it

[Hook]

Yeh, money talking, bullshit walking

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often

Yeah, then shoot em all, shoot em all, bang bang

If you was hurting down here, you’d do the same thang

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often

Yeah, anything, anything that you got I’ma take from you

Yeah, I’m here to stay, here to stay, get the ups ain’t shit you could do

Yeah, anything, anything that you got I’ma take from you

Yeah, I’m here to stay, here to stay, get the ups ain’t shit you could do

[Hook]

Yeh, money talking, bullshit walking

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often

Yeah, then shoot em all, shoot em all, bang bang

If you was hurting down here, you’d do the same thang

For that bread put somebody in the coffin

Wanna catch me slipping, it don’t happen that often.

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