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I love it
I it though

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

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And magic hour
I seen good
Make brash
Oh she do it,
happened to Religion?
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 thought I was the ass hole, I 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 anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

Uh put hands to the constellations
They way you look 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 your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his wired
Before his jaw climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never that when I'm in my paper tag
G.4's at the Clearport
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 sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the of death
Catchin' feelings never retracin' my steps