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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 with bricks at his poncho
Face a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like and they handed me things, they shoot 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, something like your
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
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 nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity you like can of the year
But you should guess 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 didgits
one thing to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the faces that's off of our nature
I a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me happy buy yourself a
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly 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...