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I love it
I love it

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

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

May the Lord us
May the God's be us
And magic hour
I seen good
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
message break up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble 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 to the constellations
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm to the congregation
We Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

Uh put hands to the constellations
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this
Cat got tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had with Yeezy before his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, talkin' never made me mad
Never that I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to
Never tired of ballin' so on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass 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 real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my