Devil In A New Dress (Album Version|Edited) - Ye/Rick Ross
Lyrics by：Mike Dean/Kanye West/Gerry Goffin/Carole King/W. Roberts/R. Harrell/Malik Yusef
Composed by：Mike Dean/Kanye West/Gerry Goffin/Carole King/W. Roberts/R. Harrell/Malik Yusef
I love it though
I love it though y'know
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n***a did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
May the Lord forgive us
May the God's be with us
And that magic hour
I seen good Christians
Make brash 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 up 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
What we argue anyway oh I forgot it's summertime
Put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n***a 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 are still 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 your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing s**t around the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot at the bar take a seat
I ordered the jerk she said you are what you eat
You see I always loved your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The lyor cohen or dior homme that's dior homme not dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phony
Put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin you my sensation
Haven't said a word haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue
Lookin' at my b***h I bet she give your a*s a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your a*s to stone
Stretch limousine sippin' Rose all along
Double headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot excess is just my character
All black tux n***a shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4's at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to d**e 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 though 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 jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real n***a red Coogi sweater dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my steps
