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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 they
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the right determination of a
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my
When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity
Giving me music like and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, hoop it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake
As I serve it, you burn 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 trip on the is the rock and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one to lie about your didgits
one thing to say that you live it
It's another for you fuckers to 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 me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...