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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 the water with bricks at his poncho
like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they fuck
Both and plus, they hoop it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin'
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
Better yet, dawg, tell me how you feel
...How you dawg?

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

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses insane where his music
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
one thing to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this 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 like
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, when with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...