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I love it
I love it

Uh put hands to the constellations
They way you 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 mean a did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen good
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
happened to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She casually
Text message break up, the casualty of
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot 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 Jesus but you done learned a lot from 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 magic
And outta all the that are still up the skies
You got green on mind
I can see it in your
Why you standing there your face screwed up
Don't leave your hot that's 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 said "you are you eat"
You see I always your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how the room was
The Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme 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 said a word, haven't said a word to me this
Cat got your

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite 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 tired of ballin' so it's on to the next
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. though it was mail
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never retracin' my steps