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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
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 shoot it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got more hits in his zip, who enough
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
Givin' to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up a Dilo
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
Better yet, dawg, 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, get this cake right
As I it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If they priest need the mention I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
It's one thing to say you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me happy buy a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, classing and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...