O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer?s praise The glories of my God and King The triumphs of His grace My gracious Master and my God Assist
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer?s praise The glories of my God and King The triumphs of His grace My gracious Master and my God
Translation: David Crowder Band. O, For A Thousand Tongues To Sing.
Translation: Washed, Demi. O, For A Thousand Tongues To Sing.
: Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer?s praise The glories of my God and King The triumphs of His grace My gracious Master and my God
disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A V O
so quiet lately Sometimes I wonder has the cat got your tongue You seem to be a thousand miles away Don't look me in the eyes and say it's O.K. Don
in stone I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt this mess delivered
the bank, I got money in the bank Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank I got
to a shub Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub Passin it portrait My bitch spread eagle wild orchid Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped
got the booty I shake, my rump, all in ya face Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace 'Cuz A is for apple and J is for Jack And most of y'all bitches Ain't
a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling, Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and, In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a
O! but he was wondrous angry; Says, Ye may steal my owsen and kye, But ye maunna steal my bonnie Peggy. 'O haud your tongue, ye gude auld man, For I'
of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
