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I it though
I love it

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

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

May the forgive us
May the be with us
And that magic
I good Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make 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 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 Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go its the magic hour
The hour
And outta all the that are still up the skies
You got on your mind
I can see it in eyes
Why you standing there with your face up
Don't leave your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, a seat
I ordered you jerk, she "you are what you eat"
You see I loved your sense of humor
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
You me for me could you be more phoney

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

at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn 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 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' like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
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 many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps