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I love it
I it though

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 learned a lot from Satan

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

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And that magic
I seen good
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
Text message break up, the 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 when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

Put your hands to the
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you done a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go its the magic hour
The hour
And outta all the colors are still up the skies
You got green on 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 around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I call Mase so that he could pray 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 of humor
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be Tony
You love me for me you be more 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?

at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it to tools fool 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 sedan, the Lex' sport
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a before the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps