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I love it
I love it

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

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

May the forgive us
May the be with us
And that magic
I good Christians
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
message break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone up and not love me no more
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm at her like "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a nigga did a lot of
We ain't married but tonight I need 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 there with face screwed up
Don't while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole screwed up
Maybe I call Mase so that 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 always your sense of humor
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 phoney

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed with a mind of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite 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 to export
Never tired of so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So many D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's appetite had
Spinnin' Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps