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I it though
I it though

Uh 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 a lot from Satan

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

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

Put your hands to the
They way you look should be a sin, you my
I know I'm preaching to the
We love Jesus but you learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the magic
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 standing there with your screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
Throwing around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"
You see I always your sense of humor
But tonight you should seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface be more Tony
You love me for me you be more phoney

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she your ass a bone
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
Double-headed with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga lavender
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
it came to dope I was quick to export
Never of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass as my jay burns
I shed a before the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac twice over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps