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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the right of a patho
Running 'cross the water with at his poncho
Face a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher 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 presidental and plus, hoop it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

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

We just thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake
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 Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it about 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 that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got like NASA
And it'll make me happy buy yourself a
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...