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I it though
I it though

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

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I good Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text message break up, the of tour
How she gone 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 on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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 your
Why you standing there your face screwed up
Don't while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she "you are what you eat"
You see I always your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the was
The Lyor Cohen or Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The Scarface couldn't be more Tony
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 said a word, haven't said a word to me evening
Cat got your

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I never needed acceptance all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
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 paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the sport
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. though it was 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 the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm love to the angel of death
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps