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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 determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with at his poncho
Face like a shoot it's bussin' my glock hold
stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got hits in his zip, who want enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more no remote
it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a 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 surely
Just promised by the man that controls the
Don't you see, I know shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, tell 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, gotta get cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one to lie about your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit full of
I guess you could say that we fly like
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...