I love it thoughI love it thoughYou knowPut your hands to the constellationsThey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationI know I'm preachin' to the congregationWe love Jesus but she done learned a lot from SatanI mean a nigga did a lot of waitin'We ain't married but tonight I need some consummationMay the Lord forgive us, may the God's be with usAnd that magic hour I seen good Christians make rash decisionsOh she do it, what happened to religion?Oh she lose it, she putting on her make upShe casually allure, text message break up, the casualty of tourHow she gon' wake up and not love me no moreI thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbin' offHood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhymeHard to be humble when you stuntin' on a JumbotronI'm lookin' at her like, "This what you really want it, huh?"What we argue anyway, oh, I forgot it's summertimePut your hands to the constellationsThey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationI know I'm preachin' to the congregationWe love Jesus but she done learned a lot from SatanSatan, Satan, SatanI mean a nigga did a lot of waitin'We ain't married but tonight I need some consummationWhen the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hourAnd outta all the colors that are still up the skiesYou got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyesWhy you standin' there with your face screwed up?Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed upThrowin' ** around, the whole place screwed upMaybe I should call Mase so he could pray for usI hit the Jamaican spot at the bar, take a seatI ordered you jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"You see I always loved your sense of humorBut tonight you should have seen how quiet the room wasThe Lyor Cohen or Dior HommeThat's Dior Homme not Dior homieThe crib scarface couldn't be more TonyYou love me for me, could you be more phony?Put your hands to the constellationsThey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationHaven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evenin'Cat got your tongue?Lookin' at my *** I bet she give your ass a boneLookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stoneStretch limousine, sippin' Rosé all alongDouble-headed monster with a mind of his ownCherry red chariot, excess is just my characterAll black tux, nigga shoes lavenderI never needed acceptance from all you outsidersHad cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wiredBefore his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladderWe still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matterHater talkin' never made me madNever that when I'm in my favorite paper tagTherefore G4s at the ClearportWhen it come to tools fool I'm a Pep BoyWhen it came to ** I was quick to exportNever tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sportNew Mercedes Sedan, they'll exportSo many cars DMV though it was mail fraudDifferent traps, I was gettin' mail fromPolk County, Jacksonville, rep MelbourneWhole clique's appetite had tapewormsSpinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burnsI shed a tear before the nights overGod bless the man I put this ice overGettin' 2Pac money twice overStill a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice rollerI'm makin' love to the angel of deathCatchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my steps
Devil In a New Dress
Devil In a New Dress