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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by
the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me dreams
Giving me like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, like your T-Vo
But 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live 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 shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

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

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

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it about what I want
Still through my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple 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 that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The and class whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...