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Bing Chilling!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bing Chilling! was released on April 18, 2023 by 4833766 Records DK as a part of the album Bing Chilling! - Single
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Release DateApril 18, 2023
Label4833766 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garett Patrick Long
Garett Patrick Long
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sometimes I feel a little bit lonely
But sometimes
Sometimes I just flirt with my gun and oddle it
See my rifle is my waifu I call her my raifu
And she's cute as shit
Right now I'm oddly mellow
But don't fuck with me
I'm outta my noodle kid
Luckily this body pillow loves cuddling a lunatic
Or I might do some shit
You know quit now
Skip town on my 9-5
Whip out my 9 or 5
Drive around and
Start removing wigs
If you look at me I think
I'm allowed some mass shooter shit
But relax it's all cap
I just like the hard stuff
These cats jealous of the way I spit
Guns bars bruh
These cats wouldn't have two bars if
They was spelling the name
Barbara
Matter fact at the end of the day
I'm a
God of the genre
Cause I'm not of THE
Modest calm type
If you artist want smoke with bars then its on sight
I'm just a sick syllable fein
Can bust six syllable schemes
I mean
Stuck was just six 16s about my literal peene
So what do you want from me?
More pervert bars
Well as for the Ladies?
In highschool I was praying to bed one
I wanted my Johnson wet
Dumb I almost flunked sex-ed
I was playing ketchup
I didn't know what a condom meant
Tube socks so hard no bend less cotton more hard cement
My socks might prop up
A wide box chevette
And I'm not talking dry weight
I'm talking wet
Yeah I'm talking wet
Those times were soucy yes
I mean with all the time I spent
I probably owe that
Shower rent
But from the first day
My mind conjured sex
Nothing of high value has been
On offer since
And I outta mench
My trousers end
In high waters
When I pop a tent that
Towers men
Every now and then
My dumb ass just wants to cause offense
And proudly pen
A rap with an obnoxious end cause
The shit you smoke
It's reggie
The shit I smoke
It'll rip you out of your pants
Weggie
But when I'm lit
Don't test this fuse
I get tenses wanting hint at my incessant tendency
To malign, hit and leave lids
Stretched in two
You think I'm some suburban Stan?
Don't mess with Slues
Twenty two inch
Crescent wrench turn your head into a crescent moon
I'm just working man
My Lowes checks in two weeks
But fuck working man
My flows flexing I'm unique
Fuck hurting
I plan no question to use these
140 Van Gogh texts loose leafs
And my thoughts on change the situation
I spit like a distraught waitress
So all this talk about me not being hip-hop save it
Because I'm not one of these cocky caucasions
Talking about hip hop and how he gonna save it
It's not my job
I ain't your typical ofay kid
I'm a little McVeigh-ish
If you think I'm joking hold up with props you give me in songs
Cause I might do a show in
Oklahoma City and bomb
Because I'm no superstar
Yeah I'm no superstar
I'll never pack a super bowl I'll never be that famous
But I used to cop K2 from the gas station
And pack stupid bowls
And I'd take a humongous rip
I used to get wavy with that spice like Columbus ship
Maybe it's why I'm dumb as shit
Written by: Garett Patrick Long
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