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How It Feel?

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they 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
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My close your eyes,
Just picture self just holdin' pies
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 feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the 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 you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that I've been
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses insane where his 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 through my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
one thing to say that 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, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And it'll make me happy buy a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
could do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't care what it us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...