Uh put your hands to the constellations
they way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
See theres three sides to every story
But I can tell which side you on
Sayin that you beg me to forgive
The same night you go out and do wrong
You say baby don't leave
You know how long I've been waitin
Say the way I look is a sin
You call me your sinsation
I swear these niggas is a trip sometimes
Even the devil know how to use church lines
I can't take it no more
Walking out the door
What was I waitin for
Did you think I wasn't gonna say anything
I alreay got my bags packed up
Truck packed up
To the door, pedal to the floor
On the highway, doin it my way
I don't want to take your shit no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
What would I continue to take you shit for
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Ros