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How It Feel?

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

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

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 it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
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 about didgits
one thing to say that you live it
It's another for you fuckers to it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our
I a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, 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 full of
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and class
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...