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I love it
I it though

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

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

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And that hour
I good Christians
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She casually
Text break up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this 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 Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a nigga did a lot of
We married but tonight I need some consummation

When the sun go down its the hour
The hour
And outta all the colors that are still up the
You got green on your
I can see it in your
Why you there with your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so 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 loved your of humor
But you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be Tony
You love me for me could you be more

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, shoes lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy his mouth wired
his jaw shattered climbin' 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
When it came to I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
2Pac money twice over
Still a nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' never stumble retracin' my steps