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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they fuck
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I you thinkin' Neato
Givin' to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, song some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know shit's so ill
yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
...How you feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't about what I
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
one thing to lie about your didgits
It's one to say that you live it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof between us and
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...