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I it though
I it though

Uh put your hands to the
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you done a lot from Satan

I mean a nigga did a lot of
We ain't but tonight I need some consummation

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And that hour
I seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message break up, the casualty of
How she gone wake up and not love me no
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

Put your hands to the
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
I I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a did a lot of waiting
We married but tonight I need some consummation

the sun go down its the magic hour
The hour
And outta all the colors that are up the skies
You got on your mind
I can see it in your
Why you standing there with your face up
Don't leave while hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole screwed up
I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a
I ordered you jerk, she "you are what you eat"
You see I always loved your sense of
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be phoney

Uh put your to the constellations
They way you should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never needed from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never that I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was to export
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a tear before the over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps