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I it though
I it though

Uh put your 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 Satan

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

May the Lord us
May the be with us
And that hour
I good Christians
Make brash
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She on her make up
She allure
Text break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not me no more
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like "this you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue 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 preaching to the
We love but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic
And outta all the colors are still up the skies
You got green on your
I can see it in your
Why you standing there with your face up
Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase up
shit 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 loved sense of humor
But tonight you have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior
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?

at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all
Double-headed monster with a of his own
red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his wired
his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
that when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to tools I'm a Pep Boy
it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next
New Mercedes sedan, the sport
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 the nights over
God bless the man I put ice over, uh
Gettin' money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice
I'm makin' love to the angel of
Catchin' feelings never retracin' my steps