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I love it
I love it

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 done a lot from Satan

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I good Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She casually
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 it's off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

Put your 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 done learned a lot from

(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 outta all the colors that are still up the
You got green on your
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing there your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he 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 sense 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 crib Scarface couldn't be Tony
You love me for me you be more phoney

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the 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
When it come to fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so on to the next sport
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings never retracin' my steps