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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
Inspire minds, stacked by Nato's
the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave 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
Both presidental and plus, 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 know you Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some my man Nigo
SLR, the doors 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 you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
Just promised by the man that controls the
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, tell me how you feel
...How you dawg?

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
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 does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that I've been
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's for you fuckers 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 space NASA
And it'll make me happy buy yourself a
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...