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I love it
I it though

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

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

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

Put your to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you done a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

Uh put hands 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 your

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with before his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never when 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 quick to
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my