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I love it
I love it

Uh put your hands to the
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 Satan

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

May the forgive us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she gone up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I it's rubbing off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

Put your 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 learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the magic
The magic
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 leave while your hot that's how Mase up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, a seat
I you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"
You see I loved your sense of humor
But tonight you have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
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
said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got tongue?

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster with a of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
that when 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 clique's appetite had
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps