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I it though
I it though

Uh put hands to the constellations
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot Satan

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

May the Lord us
May the God's be us
And that magic
I seen good
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She casually
Text break 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
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be 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 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 done learned a lot Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I a nigga 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 that are still up the skies
You got green on mind
I can see it in your
Why you there with your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I call Mase so that he could pray 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 of humor
But tonight you have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Homme not Dior homie
The Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more

Uh put your hands to the
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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed monster a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I never needed from all you outsiders
Had cyphers Yeezy before his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never that 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 tired of so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
2Pac money twice over
Still a nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm love to the angel of death
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps