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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
the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my
When I was young yo the gave me stanity dreams
me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But 3 hundred thousand 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 like a
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

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

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, it, shaping, shaving, gotta 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
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If they priest the mention that I've been biten
But a be the chocolate where critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
one thing to say that you live it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she her papa
I been there, gettin and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...