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I it though
I it though

Uh put your hands to the
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 did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I some consummation

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
Text break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

Put hands to the constellations
They way you 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 married but tonight I need consummation

When the sun go its the magic hour
The hour
And all the colors that are still up the skies
You got on your mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing there with your screwed up
Don't leave while hot that's how Mase screwed up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a
I ordered you jerk, she said "you are you eat"
You see I always loved your sense of
But tonight you should have seen how the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's 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 a word to me this evening
Cat got your

at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All black tux, nigga shoes
I never needed acceptance all you outsiders
Had cyphers with before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
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 to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was mail
Different traps, I was mail from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a tear before the nights
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps