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I it though
I love it

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

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

May the forgive us
May the be with us
And that hour
I seen good
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
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 humble when you 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 look should be a sin, you my
I I'm preaching to the congregation
We love but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I a nigga did a lot of waiting
We married but tonight I need some consummation

the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic
And all the colors that are still up the skies
You got on your mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing with your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot that's how screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole place up
Maybe I should call Mase so 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 always loved your sense of
But tonight you should 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 your hands to the
They way you should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, said a word to me this evening
Cat got tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I never needed from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they matter
Uh, talkin' never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it to tools fool 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 Mercedes sedan, the sport
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I a tear before the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps