Lyrics:
biscuits, logically
I mean shit, man, you'd think it's Thanksgiving
Ayy, posted with your thot
Gravy just came in hot, goodness
She real thirsty gotta
What's good baby?
It's holiday season
Can't say Thanksgiving's over but you know it's all good still got Christmas
I get up in it, you know I
Happy Thanksgiving everyone (Happy Thanksgiving everybody in the Bay Area)
Man, thank you to my family, my friends, my fans (Keep that stuffing from
time in it
Think about when I was younger, & I know that she miss it
I miss the days of seeing Grandma when we ate at Thanksgiving
Right before I left
Thanksgiving dinner can't wait to have my plate
Yes I'm from Baltimore, Yes I know my place
I stay ducked off, you bitches just love to hate
Yeah got a lot
be tweaking thinking that you bout to do whatever that you wanna do
I got bitches in line, like the day after thanksgiving
You said the pussy was mine
the woods
To have a first-rate play
Oh, hear the bells ring, Ting-a-ling-ling
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day
Over the river and through the woods
Trot fast, my
the LORD is God
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
And his courts with praise
Give thanks to him and praise his name
For the LORD is good and his love endures
thankful for
Gratitude rises in my soul
And I will sing
A song of thanksgiving
To You, the one who has given me
Life, breath, and everything else that I
this?
& Ima keep eating like it's thanksgiving
Word to Thanksgiving missed the last one
Trynna make swiss on top crutons let me break down
That's cheese
Juu pia wanapenda Christmas
Tunafurahia Christmass hivi
Meeting and feasting
Dancing and singing
Hearts with thanksgiving
Wamama wanapenda
Uh yeah
Ready for thanksgiving day to arrive
Family’s wondering if I’m dating, nah I’m petrified
Yeah I’m pretty grateful, that’s if you are asking
Goin in for that kill trynna make a mill
In the belly of the beast eat it up like Thanksgiving day feast
Watch them body drop like rain I’m a storm
Rhonda
That ain't really a costume you got on ya
If you teach me to salsa, i'll show you my Samba
Thanksgiving's coming up - let me meet yo mama
Life
reigns
Oh we lift Him high
We come before His Presence with thanksgiving
We sing (We sing)
And shout (And we shout)
And praise His Name (Praise, we
Come into His presence with thanksgiving in your heart
And give Him praise, and give Him praise
Come into His presence with thanksgiving in your
thanksgiving came the day
I saw it was okay to unforgive you
Confessing every sin doesn't make me a saint
Even though it's obvious, I've changed
Once I
sanctified come harvest time.
Come harvest time what thanksgiving we will show
When the plowman brings freedom from the earth here below
Come harvest time,
bones
But not a soul on my watch
Will spend Thanksgiving alone
We'll make a feast upon the table
By the labor of our hand
Working side by side throughout
dey bother
Momcy call me say her bp don japa!
(Chai!) omo na to do thanksgiving
Thanksgiving for the life that am living
Hustle no go waste is all I
glory, wisdom thanksgiving and honor power to the Lamb
Salvation be to our GOD and to the Lamb'
'Amen, blessing, glory, wisdom thanksgiving and honor
this pumpkin's great
It ain't Halloween, no
It ain't Thanksgiving
But you're still dressing up for me
Baby, I'm your jack-o-lantern, yeah
Light me up
Don't worry bout me
Living like a savage on these niggas
Like a savage on these niggas
On these niggas always feasting yeah
Like it's thanksgiving every
said bouta bag it up
They skin peeling like they just got tatted up
Like the night of thanksgiving I’ve had enough
Niggas needa stop reachin you outta
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