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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in they
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right of a patho
Running the water with bricks at his poncho
like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me dreams
Giving me music like drugs and handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got hits 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 your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
Just picture you're just holdin' pies
a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man controls the skies
Don't you see, I that shit's so ill
yet, dawg, just 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, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now you take flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
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 this paper plus the faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, meet 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 there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof 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 you could say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...