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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my 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 handed me things, they it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they 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 with no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, get this cake 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 don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If they priest need the mention I've been biten
But a be the chocolate where critics are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it ain't about I want
Still through 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 a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, 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 care what 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 cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...