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letra de chill - bryson gray, tyson james, and egr

[intro: bryson gray]
i’ma come in like that

[verse 1: bryson gray]
tell satan, i want all the smoke, i’m a spinner
you switch for the cheese, you a rat, master splinter
y’all need to dive in the water like a swimmer
get out the world and go get in some scripture
ball like [?] but don’t play for the sixers
not talking money, just blessings deliver
devil think he big but my god is bigger
drink wine off the sabbath but never drunk off the liquor
intoxicated from the spirit, i don’t need that
i’m making sure his name rings like feedback
slaying demons, satan asking for a rematch
thеy trying to offer money, y’all can keep that
they trying to makе me

[chorus: bryson gray and egr]
chill, chill, chill, chill
they know i ain’t got no
chill, chill, chill
when it comes to god they know i can’t
chill, chill, chill
i don’t fall in line so i know they want me
k!lled, k!lled, k!lled, for real (look, look, it’s eg)
[verse 2: egr]
bryson i ain’t finna chill out
cause i was anything but chill when my homie brought the bill out
i did [?] and i pilled out
to thank god it friday, monday i was still out
i gave the devil what he asked from me
nothing off the table, get that food the very last for me
so i can’t come to god with apathy
i can’t say i believe in jesus in continuance and happily
that ain’t repentance bro that’s blasphemy
cause how can i and all of faith proclaim i follow christ and give him half of me
don’t get it twisted jesus working on me still
but you trippin’ if you think that i’ma
if you think that i’ma

[chorus: bryson gray and tyson james]
chill, chill, chill, chill
they know i ain’t got no
chill, chill, chill
when it comes to god they know i can’t
chill, chill, chill
i don’t fall in line so i know they want me
k!lled, k!lled, k!lled, for real (haha)

[verse 3: tyson james]
bryson told slide on this beat, told him say less
i will never tone it down i still make a paycheck
i will never backslide, wanna make a bet
i’m so blessed i ain’t gotta stress or break a sweat
and the want me to chill though
but this ain’t the corona this the ill flow
satan throw the same old cr-p, my answer still no
i’m so high off life i got christ so what the pill for
i do it for god and not the paper
so why am i going to hit the brake and wait up on you haters
i used to stick a needle in my vein without the chaser
i filled out, won’t chill out, and i drill now for the maker stop playing with me
[chorus: bryson gray and tyson james]
(chill) chill (chill), chill, (chill) chill
they know i ain’t got no
chill, chill, chill
when it comes to god they know i can’t
chill, chill, chill
i don’t fall in line so i know they want me
k!lled, k!lled, k!lled, for real

- bryson gray tyson james and egr

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