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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water with at his poncho
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
stings, 'til 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, shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Eato
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, song some from my man Nigo
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 picture you're self just pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, 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 I've biten
But a be the chocolate where critics are written
He dresses insane where his music
Ask anyone from Vouge and And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't about what I
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
one thing to say that you live it
It's another for you 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 make 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, baby born, as far as
It's a proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit 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 and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...