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I love it
I it though

Uh put hands 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 learned a lot from

I mean a 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 magic hour
I seen Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She casually
Text message break up, the casualty of
How she gone wake up and not love me no
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
What we anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

Put hands to the constellations
They way you should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We Jesus but you done learned 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 that are still up the
You got green on mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you there with your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase up
Throwing shit around, the whole screwed up
Maybe I should call so that 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 loved your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be Tony
You love me for me you be more phoney

Uh put your hands to the
They way you look 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
at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you
Had cyphers with before his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
that when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to tools I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
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' 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