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How It Feel?

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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
With the determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father me my wings
I was young 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 they wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got hits in his zip, who want enough
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand 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 Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, song some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just 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 burn it, 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 ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the
But you should guess who's in chair
Now it about what I want
thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
It's one to say that you live it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...