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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy 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, they it up
See me on the TV, the cuties wanna fuck
presidental 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, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you dawg?

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 does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my 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 insane his music admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
It's one thing to say that you it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke 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 what it costs 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 thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...