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I it though
I love it

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

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

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And that magic
I seen good
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
message break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not me no more
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

Put hands to the constellations
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 mean a nigga did a lot of
We ain't married but I need some consummation

When the sun go down its the hour
The magic
And outta all the colors that are still up the
You got green on 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, take a
I you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"
You see I loved your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You me for me could you be more phoney

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

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All black tux, nigga lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to tools I'm a Pep Boy
it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a tear before the over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps