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Wooo wooo! [in
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
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 young yo the teacher gave me dreams
Giving me music drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me my money's free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get cake right
As I serve it, you just it, breathe 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
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that I've been
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and 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 thing to say that you it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted me at my house, I got space like NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she her papa
I been there, gettin 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 care what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The and class whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...