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I it though
I it though

Uh put your hands to the
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you done 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 God's be us
And that hour
I good Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text break up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
to be humble 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 hands to the constellations
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

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

at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my it'll turn 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 before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs they don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my