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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 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 need some

May the Lord us
May the God's be us
And that hour
I seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a nigga did a lot of
We ain't married but tonight I need consummation

When the sun go its the magic hour
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 your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing 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 you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"
You see I always loved your sense of
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface be more Tony
You love me for me could you be 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 evening
Cat got tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to
limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to 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 sport
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was mail from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's appetite had
Spinnin' Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm love to the angel of death
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps