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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
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
I was young yo the teacher 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
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 it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live 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 from my man
SLR, when the doors go up like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My close your eyes,
Just you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know 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 this right
As I serve it, you burn 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 Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my staff with a new
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 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 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 to say that you live it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got like NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to
John could do, when with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care it costs us
Now I'm with NERD a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...