Lyrics:
Raja Ram Ghar Aaye, Aao Diwali Manayein
Our King Ram Has Returned Home. Come, Let's Celebrate Diwali!
Ghar Mein Deep Jalayein, Mann Ka Andhera
I'm the G.O.A.T. milking Tom Brady to send a Ram home
So let me drive the point home like it's uncomfortable at a sleepover
I'm so comfortable
and feel my touch
You already know
All that you need to know
And where can you even go
When you're already home
Already home
Already home
Hare Ram, Ram
favorito de tu mai’
El niño que siempre viste de Nike
Si ere’ partido de béisbol me monto un home ram
Si batea un cabrón pues se lleva strike
No creo en el
spells
Make me a guitar outta skin and human skull
Sing you a song like the
Wind in the sandy loam
Bring you baby out your happy home
Rams head, forked
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
be alone
At Ram Ranch, you'll finally
Have a home...
Well we pulled up to the barn in Grant's old Ford
Where we saw around eighteen gaucho
Who have
the years will go)
Rama gharhi palak
(Lord Ram will return home)
Ek vaar manva satsang karle
(Oh human, for once, take the name of God with others)
Janam
And you'll buy more for the rest
So come on and ram it home
No more mischief from Jerome
Pineapple pineapple come buy-napple my pineapple buy
Read
hole 'em
Close up aRT! Perpetual motion higher!
Ram it home now cowby down Boy
Showdown! Shoot that crazy foam across
The duvet" Get them creaming
Kim Gannon, Walter Kent & Buck Ram
I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistle toe
And presents 'neath the tree
The Holy Spirit has left the temple
My sins are gone, chains are broken
I'm now the temple of the Holy Spirit
I'm a moving Temple
Pam pam pam pam, pa ram
Pam
Then you, you got to fuck her
If she's got big tits you suck her
Then you fuck her for a little while
Ram it on home now doggy style
Rubbing
headed back home
He was ram cut and rusty boozed out and dusty
And I got that thing for a song
On long winter evenings I'd sit on that sofa
And listened
hang)
Got home the Rams was up 22-2
Interception about Halloway he wear 22
Minnie on my phone like hook me up with Nelly
Ali, please dawg, I'm 22-2
I like
Drop a gear and disappear
We can go miles from here
In a RAM-1500 truck
Drive me home
I'm a star, I'm a star
Heaven is home
I'm a star, I'm a star
Drop
than using your hand
You find yourself a real dumb chick
Someone to get down on your dick
Then you know what you got to do
You take her home now
worlds
Raama doota atulita bala dhaamaa
Anjani putra Pawanasuta naamaa
You are Ram's emissary, and the abode of matchless power
Anjani's son, named
I'ma leave him in a stain (stain)
Get a ring just like the rams or send em home just like im dame (bye)
Im out that plaq yeah im a ratchet baby (ratchet
of home
Of the white ram with thunder in its teeth and lightening in its eyes
Of the tortoise that rode the back of the elephant and dined in the skies
Do
Parkside Village never forget where I came from
When I get on gone change up
Nah homie we major
Home of the Rams
Dodgers and the Lakers
Remember used to ride
the ham
Hating on ya mans I would call that haram
Loyalty over money blood don't make you fam
Get it shipped in from the home of the Rams
I'll marry a bitch
putra Pawanasuta naamaa
You are Ram’s emissary, and the abode of matchless power
Anjani’s son, named the “Son of the Wind.”
3. Mahaabeera bikrama
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