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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in they
Inspire minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right of a patho
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song some my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin'
a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
...How you dawg?

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake
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 don't me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it about what I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
It's one thing to say you live it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this 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 make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
could do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof between us and
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, classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...