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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me 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, 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 your
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

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

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they need the mention that I've been biten
But a be the chocolate where critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't about what I
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one thing to say that you it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all paper 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 make me happy buy yourself a
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
a simple proof between 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 you could say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...