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I it though
I it though

Uh put your to the constellations
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

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

May the forgive us
May the be with 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 allure
Text break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I its summertime

Put your to the constellations
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm 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 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 green on your
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing there with face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she "you are what you eat"
You see I always loved sense of humor
But tonight you have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
You me for me could you be more phoney

Uh put hands to the constellations
way you look 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
at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, is just my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed from all you outsiders
Had cyphers Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw climbin' up the Lord's 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 come to 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 sedan, the Lex' sport
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I a tear before the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' to the angel of death
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps