WOODY ALLEN
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Feel what you feel see what you want
Only smoke papers bitch, don't pass the blunt
Most of y'all gon' die for a roach
Move out your parents crib then you're toast
Let's go
Major benefactor
I ain't in the mood, hit me after
You too dramatic for actor, you ain't acting
This is practice to me
We ain't in the same bracket
Stop the capping my skill set is way above average
Yeah
Bitch I've been across the atlas
Couldn't be me who's moving backwards, no
I ain't in the field, but a letterman
Couple hoopers shooting who be letterman's
Talking triple letters if you let them in
The way I flow on beats I might meet letterman
My mother say she proud, so I keep going
Proof in the pudding, why they keep chewing
They should be swallowing pride whenever it come to me
I know the timing be perfect it ain't no running me
cround the clock only round bases
If I drop a hit it's home run there'll be round face
Sad faces, happy faces
Bitches fucking, sucking dick
I could give a fuck, wait
This is for the fuck of it
First time I fucked the second time she only sucked my dick
Made it home for supper
Got a bitch that be on lover shit
She just want to talk and converse
This ain't rehearsed
I mean you only live once
You might as well make is worth
This is a purp-
Mean I got purpose
I mean I'm killing them softly
But they still be hurting, wait
Who gon' check for me when there ain't no luv
Driving through Sardine to the 801
Doggystyle on the radio in ain't no fun
When the homies don't get none
Sonny saw the 5-0 at Hampshire
Said โYou better runโ
Can't get caught up if you be ahead of em'
Know a couple bitches that be hit and run
Couldn't get a tag cause I ain't mention em'
I be on my chill just smoke shit
Don't ask me where we are when you notice
I got someone on my side I feel chosen
On the PCH 1 I'm coasting
Top down
Let the wind blow