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I it though
I love it

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

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
happened to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message break up, the of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you 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 know I'm 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 married but tonight I need some consummation

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

Uh put your hands to the
They way you 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 bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
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' runnin' signs they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never that I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was to export
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was mail
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Pendergrass vinyl 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, roller
I'm makin' to the angel of death
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps