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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 to the congregation
We Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

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

May the Lord us
May the God's be us
And that magic
I good Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
we argue 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 done learned a lot from

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic
And all the colors that are still up the skies
You got on your mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing with your face screwed up
Don't leave while hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said "you are you eat"
You see I always loved your sense of
But tonight you should seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior 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
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance all you outsiders
Had cyphers Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never that when I'm in my paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it come to fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it to dope I was quick to export
tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a tear the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my