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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
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go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in they
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right of a patho
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
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 me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, 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 enough
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
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 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 late
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First 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 are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair 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
It's one to say you did it
It's one to lie about your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got like NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...