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Triple Five Chip
Hip-Hop/Rap
Triple Five Chip è stato pubblicato il 30 dicembre 2022 da 9422512 Records DK2 come parte dell'album Cocoon - EP
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Data di uscita30 dicembre 2022
Etichetta9422512 Records DK2
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM85

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GT BOND
GT BOND
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Bond
George Bond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GT BOND
GT BOND
Producer

Testi

You're too late, so close those gates bill, and tell Bill Gates to pay me a few mills, I spent days working at the same maize mill, for the same day rate oh what a crazy thrill,
Too lazy to be real, too hazy to be trill, nothing fazed me enough to ever make it through, although I've made with this far so tell me, who are you, and why you tryna make me take this forbidden fruit?
Hardy har, pardon my fart, that’s too much rhubarb, blessed with a rude and crude heart, always a few jars deep, yeah this jargon I speak, is fartherbly deep, than these arseholes who creep,
On others territory, always decimate a regulator or a Tory, sell it off later as pork meat, your jaw I see, dropping to the floor it needs, sorting out, dumb little cunt with ya tongue hanging out.
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It’s all about timing like a triple five chip, I wanna get high and eat some triple fried chips, but there’s more to life than that, 9 to 5 shit, getting by just to go and buy half price piff,
Went from Biff and Chip to, billing spliffs quick, then a silly little kid to a diligent prick within the flick of a switch, what is it they said about ignorance is bliss? I must be missing the point, this is this taking the piss,
Boil down a funny bone and turn it to a laughing stock, always getting drunk alone allow it man I can’t be stopped, keep it on the low like Cadillacs and bags of guap, knight riding to the night just like Hasselhoff
Wheel spinning with the, traction off, steering with the hands of god something like Maradona, not Madonna, 90% of the world is cannon fodder, for the fat man’s pocket dollar, now that’s somber.
Written by: George Bond
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