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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the right of a patho
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they fuck
Both presidental and plus, they 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 Neato
Givin' to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
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 shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
Just picture you're just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and surely rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know shit's so ill
yet, dawg, just 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 take
...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 is the rock 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 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 who's in insanity chair
Now it about what I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
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, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care it costs us
Now I'm with NERD a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...