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I love it
I it though

Uh put your to the constellations
They way you look 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 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 seen Christians
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
message break up, the casualty of tour
How she wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this what you wantedt, huh?"
What we anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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 a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic
And outta all the that are still up the skies
You got green on mind
I can see it in your
Why you standing there your face screwed up
Don't leave your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the place screwed up
Maybe I should Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said "you are 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 crib couldn't be more Tony
You me for me could you be more phoney

Uh put your hands to the
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 your

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, is just my character
All tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never acceptance from 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 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 dope I was to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was mail from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a tear the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of
feelings never stumble retracin' my steps