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letra de silicon jpeg - tempknight harrison

[verse 1]
i hear them bells ringing
kids screamin ,hoes swallowin s-m-n (nasty b-tch)
take your joy you just a momma boy
use a tonka toy to hide body
this ain’t no robbery
f-ck your astrology
my kamikaze live in the shadows
creepin crawlin
counting coffins
b-tch i see it way too often
(gah, yah, ha)
distinguished gentlemen draining in sin
for a piece of porcelain
playing organ in a sand storm
don’t know where i went wrong
but i got angels overheard
if sleepy joe send me to war
i pray i make some fuvking bread
( i’m tryna get rich)

[chorus]
(what, huh)
my n-gga who the f-ck you calling?
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin
my n-gga who the f-ck you calling?
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling?
i’m the trillgod from austin
all this rose gold still flossing
proceed with caution

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling?
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin
ain’t got time for juice and gin
my young n-ggas want benjamins

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling?
i’m the trillgod from austin
if he iced up defrost him
no hero’s just villains
war of the worlds i’m winning

[verse 2]
i got a master plan
make a couple grand
we the new taliban
trill n-ggas move like the thunder
can’t take me under
marching in formation how we k!ll is fascinatin
k!ll his spirit so he can’t hear it (two steep)
drawing in them sound waves, leaving them dazed
still kind crazed running this maze with a compass
f-ck your google maps yo battle raps
cat chasing a mouse
burn down your f-cking house
speaking all tongues from shallow lungs
i hope brought you guns
we shooting til them break hammers
we boxing with heavy weights
i’m trippy on a sunday
drinking kool-aid you mind soffléd
so let me take control
[chorus]
(what, huh)
my n-gga who the f-ck you calling
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling
i’m the trillgod from austin
all this rose gold still flossing
proceed with caution

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling
i’m the trillgod from austin
cook a n-gga til his b-tch start barkin
ain’t got time for juice and gin
my young n-ggas want benjamins

my n-gga who the f-ck you calling
i’m the trillgod from austin
if he iced up defrost him
no hero’s just villains
war of the worlds i’m winning
[verse 3]
congratulations blue pill
waking to up visions of the future
getting f-cked like the kama sutra
end of season curtain call
middle of winter eating chicken dinner
raising canes while society tries to change
clip the wings off your airplanes

- tempknight harrison

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