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patrick henry griffin (jesus) - (tomb raider) 05 - aladdin (prod. storm) lyrics

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(tomb raider) 05 + aladdin (prod. storm)

beat title not stoppin drake type

level up
always keep a leather tucked
that stick my rock
bl!cky poles inside the wagon
pull up with the fishing rod
you get gifts for christmas for your kids
but i get this from god
switch inside my sack
you switching sides i hit you with the mop
x2

pistol pop, this michael jackson
trigger k!ll a million badges
jump the tier my celly hatchet
seen ya b+tch she really ratchet

ratchet pulling chick a magnet
strapped up with that desert magnum
eagles versus seagulls, i’ma hit the sea
with six assassins

savage with the snipers 4 pound undеrneath
the mattress
i been baggеd for baggin baggies keep a
strap inside my baggage
tunnel vision middle passage
hydrogen bombs for the masses
droppin bombs in baghdad got me
making mustard gasses, it’s a passion

i got glasses i can see my enemies imagine
in a mansion
white america my marches mathers
marshall’s with the speaker package

blacklist on the atlas i just shrugged
a bunch of passes
once i had it had to pass it, torch
and torture all the f+ggots

middle classes in my class like f+ck
damascus, got a question, ask it
if you had a moment, grab it
i won’t satisfaction

still climbing to heights that younger me
could never have imagined
now that i have everything it’s time to
cut it like the crack is

flood the streets with thcs the season
spooky and attractive
backflipped off a balcony
my spinal tap was on aladdin
cave of wonders, far jafar the pastor
snakes inside my grasses
matches with tip a strip
turn everyone to ashes

i turned everyone to fascists
i turned racists into rabbits
i’ve got motorcycle jackets
lamb of god i gotta stab it

got the sk!ll, i gotta brag it
got a d+ck, i gotta drag it
got a dragon, hannabil the casket
galifianakis my basket

wolves in london run the pageants
someone heard i shot a black kid
point one for the pointers in my nasa’s
young rich nation tatted

back then i just barely mattered
now i turn matter to magic
i just left the world abandoned
haunted vaticans and saturn

mercury aggressive passive
all these b+tches really plastic
they told me to hold it back
and i told them to let em have it
arroyo grandist, told my b+tch to blow
just like the band is
i just turned a bunch of bandits
to the most wanted with fashion

level up
always keep a leather tucked
that stick my rock
bl!cky poles inside the wagon
pull up with the fishing rod
you get gifts for christmas for your kids
but i get this from god
switch inside my sack
you switching sides i hit you with the mop
x2

- patrick henry griffin jesus lyrics

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