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I it though
I it though

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

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen 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 wake up and not love me no
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a
I'm at her like "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we 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 but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the hour
The magic
And all the colors that are still up the skies
You got green on your
I can see it in your
Why you standing there with face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase 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 loved your sense of
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior not Dior homie
The crib couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more

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

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 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 wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my 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 of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps