Devil In a New Dress (feat. Rick Ross)

I love it though

I love it though

Y'know?

Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sation

I know I'm preaching to the congregation

We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan

I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting

We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us

In that magic hour I seen good Christians

Make rash decisions

Oh, she do it!

What happened to religion?

Oh, she lose it!

She putting on her make up, she casually allure

Text message break ups, the casualty of tour

How she gone wake up and not love me no more?

I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off

Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme

Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron

I'm looking at her like: This what you really wanted, huh?

Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sation

I know I'm preaching to the congregation

We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting

We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

When the Sun go down it's the magic hour (the magic hour)

And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies

You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes

Why you standing there with your face screwed up?

Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up

Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up

Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat

I ordered you jerk, she said: You are what you eat

You see I always loved that sense of humor

But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was

The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme

That's Dior Homme, not Dior homie

The crib Scarface could it be more Tony?

You love me for me? Could you be more phony?

Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sation

Haven't said a word

Haven't said a word to me this evening

Cat got your tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give yo ass a bone

Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn yo ass to stone

Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone

Double headed monster with a mind of its own

Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character

All black tux, nigga shoes lavender

I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders

Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired

Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladder

We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter

Hater talking never made me mad

Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag

Therefore G4s at the Clearport

When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy

When it came to dope I was quick to export

Never tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport

New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport

So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud

Different traps, I was gettin’ mail from

Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne

Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms

Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns

I shed a tear before the night's over

God bless the man I put this ice over

Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over

Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller

I'm makin’ love to the angel of death

Catchin’ feelings never stumble, retracin’ my steps