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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
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
I was young 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 they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, hoop it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely
Just by the man that controls the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you feel

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 watch you flight
...My nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If they priest need the that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane 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 what I
Still thumbing through my life 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 that you it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit full of
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...