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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire minds, stacked by Nato's
the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher me stanity dreams
Giving me like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your
But it's 3 hundred thousand with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take
...My how does it feel?
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 staff a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane where his music
Ask anyone from Vouge and And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in chair
Now it ain't about what I
Still through my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
It's one to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to
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 care what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...