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I it though
I love it

Uh put your hands to the
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 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 seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no
I thought I was the ass hole, I it's rubbing off
phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm at her like "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

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

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 monster with a of his own
Cherry red chariot, is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the ladder
We still speedin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' from
County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay
I shed a tear before the nights
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps