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Breezy is a 1973 American romantic drama film directed by Clint Eastwood, produced by Robert Daley, and written by Jo Heims. The film stars William Holden and Kay Lenz, with Roger C. Carmel, Marj Dusay, and Joan Hotchkis in supporting roles. It is the third film directed by Eastwood. Distributed by Universal Pictures, Breezy was theatrically released in Los Angeles on November 16, 1973 and in New York City on November 18, 1973. The film earned 3 nominations at the 31st Golden Globe Awards, including Most Promising Newcomer – Female for Lenz. more »

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Yeah
All of my jeans Mike Amiri
Come a little closer I know you can’t hear me
All of these niggas they be so scary
I come in the night like a fairy
Bitch I'm a dog like prairie
You can’t be hearing me clearly
I got yo hoe in the Bentley
But she playing like a rec league
All her friends birds like Jeff Teague
All my woods tucked keep 'em lowkey
All my chains bust and they od
And my new bitch she a trophy
She be pushing for a marriage
We ain’t goin' where the bearer is
Copped the new Urus
All my niggas flourish
She get on my nerves
She want it then it’s hers
Had to buy her all the curves
Shawty pulled with the herbs
She be high up off the earth
Copped a Lambo just to swerve
New crib with the terrace
Why my hoes be so curious
Had to pop up in they mirrors
I pull up and we experiment
Condo bigger than a pyramid
Off the weed it got me seein' shit
I ain’t buying all that C and shit
White bitch made her kneel and shit
And you know I bring the flame
All these niggas need some air in here
Shawty came up on a lame
She should know I’m in another tier
And she know I’m in the gas
I ain’t never gonna shed a tear
Fingers wet up by the glass
Ain’t no way i’m getting hot in here
Tats on my veins yeah
Ain’t no comparing
Pushing McLaren uh
Niggas be starin'
Spent bout a week up in paris
Booked Mandalay for my parents
Denim up on my appearance
She call me daddy
You call me facer
I hit the blunt and I face her
Spread that money to my ankles
Me and bro had to trade hoes
She was trippin' calling me for bankrolls
All my niggas whip they own Rolls
All my bitches got they own goals
Chains on me like I’m Django
I'mma pop up where I can’t go
Niggas telling me I can’t go
I'mma paint her face like Van Gogh
We in the sprinter
I’m just heat in the winter
This ain’t a rental
She rock my chain like a medal
Got it poppin' in Atlanta
I be whippin' in the Phantom
I got the paper no letter
I wanna see you do better
Mixing the pain with the pleasure
I bought a brand new Beretta
Steady applying that pressure
I put some holes in your sweater
Niggas on another level
And you know I bring the flame
All these niggas need some air in here
Shawty came up on a lame
She should know I’m in another tier
And she know I’m in the gas
I ain’t never gonna shed a tear
Fingers wet up by the glass
Ain’t no way I’m getting hot in here
Tats on my veins yeah
Ain’t no comparing
Pushing McLaren uh
Niggas be starin'
Spent bout a week up in Paris
Booked Mandalay for my parents
Denim up on my appearance

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