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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
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father 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 and plus, they hoop it up
Got hits in his zip, who want enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand with no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, song 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 picture you're self just holdin'
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man controls the skies
Don't you see, I know shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you dawg?

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get cake right
As I serve it, you burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it ain't about I want
thumbing through my life like 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 another for you 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 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 there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded with
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a proof between 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 say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The and class whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...