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I love it
I it though

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

I mean a did a lot of waiting
We ain't but tonight I need some consummation

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And magic hour
I good Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message break up, the casualty of
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 humble when you on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the hour
The hour
And all the colors that are still up the skies
You got green on mind
I can see it in your
Why you standing with your face screwed up
Don't while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, a seat
I ordered you jerk, she "you are what you eat"
You see I loved your sense of humor
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
You love me for me could you be more

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it to dope I was quick to export
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's appetite had
Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble my steps