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Occasionally
Hip-Hop/Rap
Occasionally è stato pubblicato il 6 maggio 2025 da averyy come parte dell'album King Kitchen
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Data di uscita6 maggio 2025
Etichettaaveryy
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM97

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Averyy
Averyy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Averyy
Averyy
Composer

Testi

Have you met Dr. Avery?
Bring it back, everybody wanna just try
I do it so good, no need to cry
Buddy said he got my back, but he just lied
Got a text from your girl, she said to slide
Going occasionally on the beat
You ain't a real one, you're just a leech
Come on girl, I'm just sweet as a peach
I'm super rich, just chilling on the beach
I'm a breadwinner, I make the bacon in the house
Your girl coming over she just took off her blouse
Parents' home gotta be quiet as a fuckin' mouse
Damn she fine might have to make her my spouse
Chop, chop, chop, chop from 3500 block
Got an equation on my mind, need some fuckin' chalk
Had to pick it up, got a brand new G-Shock
Gotta get another one, got a Patek, new watch
Got a whole lotta cars chilling with the Lambo
Got a Ferrari too, it's color yellow
The Audi going hard, it's going Rambo
Gotta get the rose apple, it's going jambo
Be discreet, don't accept fuckin' defeat
Gotta make money, whole team gotta eat
Avery on the beat produced it, it is heat
Leaving in the Lambo gotta hear my tires fuckin' screech
Bring it back, everybody wanna just try
I do it so good, no need to cry
Buddy said he got my back, but he just lied
Got a text from your girl, she said to slide
Going occasionally on the beat
You ain't a real one, you're just a leech
Come on girl I'm just sweet as a peach
I'm super rich just chilling on the beach
Flip it, occasionally, acidic
With it, rewind back now just kick it
Sit it, down on my throne my vision
My mission, finish it with no crimson
Send it back, my eyes, everybody wanna flex
Gotta make the bread, I can't stop, no rest
Gotta thank God for my spot, I am blessed
Gotta start my business now that's my main quest
Don't, say it, same amount of stress
Get, the bread, OK say less
Gotta look good my suit I press
Now, my mind, the codes access
Gotta give what you take, giving out respect
Always all the time, for the dinner, picking up the cheque
All this shit, all the good fuckin' aspect
Super skilled driver never going in a fuckin' wreck
Bring it back, everybody wanna just try
I do it so good, no need to cry
Buddy said he got my back, but he just lied
Got a text from your girl, she said to slide
Going occasionally on the beat
You ain't a real one, you're just a leech
Come on girl I'm just sweet as a peach
I'm super rich just chilling on the beach
Written by: Avery James Kitchen
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