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How Does It

Wooo wooo! [in
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy 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 cuties wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they 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
Givin' to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no
Take it in the rain, I used to live Tito
But he clowned me and me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you
...How you feel

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
It's one to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I I got all this 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 make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...