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Until Next Time Video (MV)




Performed By: Hennis C.
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Christopher Farmer




Hennis C. - Until Next Time Lyrics
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I done did a lot, I done seen a lot
This shit mean a lot, I don't need to lie
The least of my worries is impression
The people who wanna demonize the team and I?
I tell 'em peace, goodbye
And put my diamond tester to your cheap disguise
The free's a lie, it's why it's called a chain
You wanna eat or die?
Amongst the other shit I keep inside
I'm the one you gotta be or buy
Read between the lines
Forensics couldn't tell which hand that hit him (I'm ambidextrous)
I was spinning just like Manson Gibson (like a DJ setlist)
Deauthorizing WiFi so all of the cameras miss it (wooh)
It's your life, you wanna gamble with it? (you wanna gamble nigga)
Get you tubed, check the analytics (eat through a tube)
This paper work without ever being on paperwork (I'm the truth)
You niggas so April 1st (f*ckin' fool)
All these chefs who ain't perfect a recipe
I wait and ladle, stir (don't get souped)
I'm a staple just like maple syrup (back at granny house nigga)
F*ck an expensive watch, bitch I'm the one to watch
Rotate the numbers like a tumble lock
Y'all emulate the niggas that got thugger locked (ya'll move wrong)
Y'all make me sick and give me stomach knots
I love the color blue, but I can't f*ck with cops (woo)
This autumn, I'm turning Stack-tober to Stock-tober (wooh)
Let me cut up on these keys, it'll be Bach-tober (wooh)
Making beats and missin' sleep, I guess it's Knock-tober (wooh)
Can't forget to bring my Glock over, lethal shooter (woo)
Search and seizure, police kept a the ruger (f*ck 'em)
Called about it, said the case wasn't in the computer (f*ck 'em)
They set me up, but I'm still clutching on my throwaways
Couple that mugshot with the overlays, that'll be an instant classic (I swear to God)
Million dollars worth of game in this ten dollar package
Somewhere between's the price I'd charge to go body a rapper (pay me now)
I told 'em get the club soda and blot the alpaca
Shit, I guess we could stop at this chapter
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
What up FiNi, what up, LeGrand
What up, Boog, Ballad
Gz
Rest in peace Nucc
Free swerve
Free swerve
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I done did a lot, I done seen a lot
This shit mean a lot, I don't need to lie
The least of my worries is impression
The people who wanna demonize the team and I?
I tell 'em peace, goodbye
And put my diamond tester to your cheap disguise
The free's a lie, it's why it's called a chain
You wanna eat or die?
Amongst the other shit I keep inside
I'm the one you gotta be or buy
Read between the lines
Forensics couldn't tell which hand that hit him (I'm ambidextrous)
I was spinning just like Manson Gibson (like a DJ setlist)
Deauthorizing WiFi so all of the cameras miss it (wooh)
It's your life, you wanna gamble with it? (you wanna gamble nigga)
Get you tubed, check the analytics (eat through a tube)
This paper work without ever being on paperwork (I'm the truth)
You niggas so April 1st (f*ckin' fool)
All these chefs who ain't perfect a recipe
I wait and ladle, stir (don't get souped)
I'm a staple just like maple syrup (back at granny house nigga)
F*ck an expensive watch, bitch I'm the one to watch
Rotate the numbers like a tumble lock
Y'all emulate the niggas that got thugger locked (ya'll move wrong)
Y'all make me sick and give me stomach knots
I love the color blue, but I can't f*ck with cops (woo)
This autumn, I'm turning Stack-tober to Stock-tober (wooh)
Let me cut up on these keys, it'll be Bach-tober (wooh)
Making beats and missin' sleep, I guess it's Knock-tober (wooh)
Can't forget to bring my Glock over, lethal shooter (woo)
Search and seizure, police kept a the ruger (f*ck 'em)
Called about it, said the case wasn't in the computer (f*ck 'em)
They set me up, but I'm still clutching on my throwaways
Couple that mugshot with the overlays, that'll be an instant classic (I swear to God)
Million dollars worth of game in this ten dollar package
Somewhere between's the price I'd charge to go body a rapper (pay me now)
I told 'em get the club soda and blot the alpaca
Shit, I guess we could stop at this chapter
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
Until next time, until next time, until next time
What up FiNi, what up, LeGrand
What up, Boog, Ballad
Gz
Rest in peace Nucc
Free swerve
Free swerve
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Writer: Christopher Farmer
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