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letra de brownbutter - crimeapple

[intro]
wow
ay-yi-yi
now what we need you to do is
roll all the windows down
do us a favor, put your top back
so we can do you the favor, feel me?
and just tell us one thing (that′s it)
just one thing
tell me who the truest is
i don’t care who the old one or the newest is, nah
i really do this sh-t
(i really do this sh-t) wow, wow

[verse]
parquet or the pocket
no bengay, leave a brain display on the walk-up
all the geography region been fiending
menteca crying, give ′em something to believe in
buying boots in belgium for a reason
in reykjavík, sipping riesling, my b-tch cheesing
just smiling, i used to go halfs on a demon
now i’m so up crazy, sometimes i don’t even believe it
is it possible?
but now i seen it like a zenith
where you from? where set you rep?
who getting bulimic? (huh?)
let it hang, cut me, you might see change come out
all i bang is your b-tch and all bank accounts
put the stainless out, callat la boca
heard a chubby clown dissing, looking like a torta
i put five down on the coca
i didn′t slide up bayamón with some chocha, you a loca
lames wanna diss crime, wanna be crime
never did crime, can′t see crime
wanna dm crime for a free rhyme (no, no, no)
go get an oil change for the nissan
tranquilo, i don’t do handout
unless i′m in la isla, before me, you’re next fanned out
rappers on my d-ck all fanned out
asking for the feature, couldn′t even pull a band out (wow)
tear the band-aid off
careful now, baby
put some lime juice and salt in this shirt
make you really feel it, wow, wow
tear off the band-aid, put on more ice and laugh
came out the ghetto, b-tch, and i might go back (i might go back)
this a freestyle, baby, i’m a psychopath
put the glock to your tummy, give you lipo fast
thinking ′bout the relight, rocky
i’m g-light, you can never see right or copy (never)
breathe like in three, about to pee, wipe the outfit
they were never ’bout, i weighed all the ounces
skate the car and bounce to the stand where the mountains is
stayed down, you played around, we made a mountain sh-t
found all my n-gga quick, she thought i couldn′t win without the b-tch (what?)
you on the bench tryna swing, i hit the mound to pitch
if i said it, then i did, or i′m around the sh-t (that’s right)
tryna sound rich and y′all dismissing, tryna clown the kid
town on my back, i’m alive and living free
you can call me for the pack, i′ll arrive with what you need
what you need?
it’s hard thinking back on the times it wasn′t easy (it’s hard)
cigar, clink the glasses, i rise up to the peak (salud)
all the shards of the glass in my eyes, i couldn’t see
going far from the past, in the sky, i′m in the breeze
who rapping better, huh? wow
[outro]
let′s further and town
let’s go

- crimeapple

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