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I can stack up all my friends)
I do not control the fact that this rod will grant me hands
It's just the way it's made to be, baby
Don't blame me

I'm

Righteous, Holy, Angel of the Grave.

Abomination, the silver scourge
I grant you my tendril and blade
Unholy gods, like lightning rods
I'm drawn to you, I'll

courage, wipe away each tear
You are my Shepherd, I shall not want
In green pastures, You make my heart daunt
Beside quiet waters, Your peace You grant
In

man
An mi want him burn the fire ‘pon Satan

Grace and mercy, grant it oh Jesus
Save and prosper, bless Mr. Lexus
Help him to study daily your holy book

That Range Rover Came With Steps

Yo Gotti

Grateful [Deluxe Edition]

2017

Fuck!
Fuckin' lawsuits nigga
We the best music!
Murder rate, murder rap
Pluto
Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em
DJ Khaled

Fucked

(I shall not fear, for You are with me)
Gongo lako na fimbo yako (Your rod and Your staff)
Eh Bwana vyanifariji (Oh Father they comfort me)
Wanifanyia

like I wrote it
I used to take walks to the plant when it's snowing
Now it's uphill like I'm Grant in Detroit
Now I'm declining women from Canton to Troy

to meditate
Not a minute he did waste
To grant him immortality
Over the curse of death
He prayed Infront of shivling until the end
But Lord Shiva did not emerge

God grant you serenity before we leave yo block buried like Italy
We caught that boy on that one-way, heard he a rapper put hoes in his limousine
He got

room
is broken instantly
by his magic little fish
who grant his every wish
cause in reality... 

they are his odd parents
Fairly odd parents 

Wanda:

these hoes
I ain't got time to be broke
You ain't gotta rod or a pole
Cuz bitch you a fraud and a HOAX

Go and getta quarter
Flip it
To a oz
Ride

yea though I walk to the
Valley of the shadow death
I will fear no evil for Thou art with me
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me
Thou prepareth

bro is Ben
Might think my Homies Grant
Might think my potna Abe
Bitch I been the wave
Gettin paid
Never feelin played
Jeans be the sickest pockets got

take hold
As long as He is guiding
He slays the wolf, expels the thief
His rod and staff, they comfort me
He’s protecting and providing
He leads beside

had 'em gone before 6:30
My bro he go 7:30 I can't control homie
I psych out on every song
I put that on my momma
I keep a lighting rod
Hit his ass up

know you would grant it
When I know that you are you're over me

I know you'll grow apart from me
And I trust the night will comfort me
And set my soul

broken instantly
by his magic little fish they grant his every wish
coz in reality they are his..

Odd parents, fairly odd parents
wands and wings
floaty

So I'm done explaining to the people, that's it
God grant the power, manifest it through my gifts
Every single lyric I've been spitting through my lips

rods in the pod
Ship them off, don't stop
And move on to the Modular Frames
The Rotors and Cables
The table says we are waiting
On lots of crates
And if

laughed at me now I got some hope
Three man but it's one girl, on that hoe
In that hot rod buffs on pulling all the hoes
Three five to head I got some wings

it

Now for the record we're talking about Almighty God
Please don't forget what He did with Moses' rod
Please don't forget when He split the Red Sea

begynner blixtra därvid
Det är ingenting för Richelieus tid

Baronen han blänker och bugar sig grant
Framför Richelieu som gnider sin haka
"Berätta herr

Lady of death comes to me in my sleep
Grant me six wishes but I only need three
Please when the waves come you'll remember me
Please until that fucking

the anything you want
I'll grant your wish, bitches
(Uh, huh) so if we bein' honest
I'ma need a witch missus (Damn)
Ugh, am I gonna have to
Make a song about