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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 know I'm preaching to the
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 God's be us
And magic hour
I seen Christians
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
happened to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the hour
The magic
And outta all the colors that are still up the
You got on your mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing there with your screwed up
Don't while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he 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 sense of humor
But tonight you should seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be phoney

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

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 monster a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never needed acceptance all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, talkin' never made me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to tools I'm a Pep Boy
it came to dope I was quick to export
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a tear the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps