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I it though
I love it

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

I a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I some consummation

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I it's rubbing off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm at her like "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I its summertime

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

(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 still up the
You got green on mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing with your face screwed up
leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said "you are you eat"
You see I always loved your of humor
But tonight you should have how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
You love me for me you be more phoney

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

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