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How Does It

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yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in they
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right of a patho
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
like 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 drugs and handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
Both and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who enough
I can go back in time, you be Judge
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 with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If they priest need the mention that I've been
But a force be the where critics are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't about what I
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
It's one 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 fuckers to it
But I admit I got all this paper 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 like
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...