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celodamf - widdit lyrics

verse 1:
i be the powder to the ramen noodle
you want the rock, then ima p-ss it to you
you want the hot, ima havana to you
i gotta spot a talker from a doer
boca moving but i told ‘em it’s a trick, illusion
ima take it all, ain’t got the time for pick and choosing
sipping brewie but the water keep my liver moving
pop a couple tab and qb, ima get into it
been done it
sh-t, the kid coming
quick, the kick come in
split, my lip sunken
ship, in new command
slippin thru the hand
grip of stupid man
dip and do my dance
hit dab and folk
i don’t dab, i choke
i program the plan
guarentee the gold
heir to no throne
got sp-ce for the ville
curtatone want condos, go straight for the k!ll

hook:
and they all wanna stand still
like a cat tied to an anvil
how they gon lie to the man still?
das the type of sh-t that i can’t feel

verse 2:
i be on sycamore, easy on montrose
lie to the padres, say we gon’ corner store
more so, quick roll, over to verizon
light up, right back, i be in my high zone
i be gone as a motherf-cker
clean strike on a beat like a one-toucher
seem nice but i dare you to go and touch it
cuz we got a mean bite like a 1-0
that’s the type of sh-t that make me bitter
but i never been the type of kid to take to twitter
you gon’ have to cite a kid if you wan make it bigger
copyright, i write a letter, have it hand delivered
go straight to your doorstep or to your stu
i donno where you from with respect to your crew
i’m g-ssed up, it’s true
i backed up the rules
hands up, ‘fore i go casket a tune

hook:
and they all wanna stand still
like a cat tied to an anvil
how they gon lie to the man still?
das the type of sh-t that i can’t feel

verse 3:
labradoodle, att-tude it be
spaz on fools
who figure out to get four you add two on two
and brag on foos, drag feet in dirty snow
i should probably apologize, i came in with dirty flow
this another goal of mine, cannot ever bury those
thinking of my older times, those are uncomparable
p-ss me the pen and pad, ima throw some juice in it
fore you go and dip, know i gotta throw a deuce in it
i be going wane in my city, straight bruce widdit
you got on a chain, it be more like a noose, idnit?
it be in my veins, acere, got roots in it
so if i said it, i meant it, got proof in it
too in it, dis alice
i sip chalice
we in it, balance
isnt no challenge
zip it, go at it, sick, i chef soup on it
celo with the good flow, speakin truth on it

hook:
and they all wanna stand still
like a cat tied to an anvil
how they gon lie to the man still?
das the type of sh-t that i can’t feel

- celodamf lyrics

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