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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 they
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right of a patho
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me dreams
Giving me music like and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Eato
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, song some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now you take flight
...My nigga how 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 they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He dresses insane where his music
Ask anyone from Vouge and 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 through my like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one to say that 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 make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...