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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, stacked by
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water with at his poncho
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the 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
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, song some from my man Nigo
SLR, the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
Just you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
Just promised by the man that the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just 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 cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you flight
...My nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it about what I want
thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me happy buy a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I been there, gettin and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...