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(tomb raider) 16 - alpha omega (prod. storm) - patrick henry griffin (jesus) lyrics

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(tomb raider) 16 * alpha omega (prod. storm)

beat title we goin up lil baby type

time for dessert imma keep it a buck
apple the product inside of a truck
i’m in her heart and her guts
in god we trust
the true story i can’t make it up

reaching for glory, it’s gory as f*ck
i’m with the devil we h*rny as f*ck
angels outside i arrive in a rush
alpha, the greek letters on my tongue
x2

ink speak for me, i’m with a gun
inherited my right to a fund
trust and believe that i’m ready to run
this is ironic, it’s weighing a ton

i was just weighing a crumb
libra scales what i’m on
i’m the red dragon from
hannibal lеctor, election i already won
i run thе world from a facebook with my tongue
i took the pain i pierced my tongue
i pierced my belly like benjamins
i’m with the ones
this is the greatest, i’m really the one

neolithic, i’m impaling a blonde
i was inhaling a bond
jason to jetson what planet i’m on
i was just planning i’m really the don

corleones on my phone every month
i put the pain in my lungs
i put the paint on the wall just because
i just barely even cussed
i was just barely eating them crumbs

now i got everything that i want
i got the tracks that i already run
you wasn’t half i was already one
ready to die, my supremacy bourne

i wasn’t really a son
i am the emperor holding a thumb
i was just holding a gun
ready to dump
i’m at the dump
time of the month
call me a blood, i’m already blunt
blowing my swishers, i’m tatted as f*ck
bat tat when i ride in a truck
i got these foreigns they already fun

she gave me time, i gave her none
she was already ready with the pump
back then my money was lunch
now i got ks like i’m christian as f*ck

burning a cross every month
don’t wanna cross me you really get hung
i put the pain in my verses
my music a church, and these b*tches
are nuns

breaking the bonds
addiction a b*tch and she already cum
i don’t want none
i be establishing myself inside of jail, bond
words are my weapons i sharpen my tongue

penmanship venomous, really a son
split dreams, i got daymares, sun
native son, i was already the one
california they just knighted my arms
i’m with the arms
i’m with the guns
bad boy, i’m the gunner to some
i was already notorious, son

i game for glory like lorde with a crumb
san, backwards for nas, empirical bomb
bread with the fishes a servant to some
this is a service i’m searching for love

time for dessert imma keep it a buck
apple the product inside of a truck
i’m in her heart and her guts
in god we trust
the true story i can’t make it up

reaching for glory, it’s gory as f*ck
i’m with the devil we h*rny as f*ck
angels outside i arrive in a rush
alpha, the greek letters on my tongue
x2

- patrick henry griffin jesus lyrics

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