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meyhem lauren & daringer - raspberry crush lyrics

yeah, uh huh, yo, yeah uh, meyhem, holly, you funky b+tches
i wish you would i wish you would
check, get ’em mey , go ‘head

[verse 1:]
yo i wake up in text messages and tricolored necklaces
a semi+automatic got me ready for the recklessness sh+t
ain’t nothin’ smooth in this life, it’s like the record skips
i keep the toes playin’ close, flutter with extra clips
composing dime rap, sippin’ on some cognac
wide awake, never been fake, ready for combat
evolution i’m enhanced, take a glance, i’m too advanced
the n+ggas ain’t feelin’ my style, but they respectin’ my stamps that’s aight though, play the background and just observe
people wave, my people swerve, from the tropics to the curb
from the precincts to the prisons, never ever said a word
ain’t no snitchin’ in my circle, even if we didn’t f+ck with you
i’d rather take an l and help paulie catch a w
sh+t that seems to trouble you, i’m doin’ my thing
silk shirts and somethin’ far away with medallions that swing
for my n+ggas up top in the box playin’ the bing
countin’ days ’til they touch back home, ready to sling
standing on the couches while we drinkin’ out the bottle
queens get the money, long time, but still the motto
might have see me up in diamond cabaret in colorado
rockin’ low, choppa blow, lock and load, my glock explode
new balance supports trump and jordan supports prison
i’m still rockin’ both, cause fashion distorts vision
every week is fashion week, queens n+ggas flashin’ mink
queens n+ggas blastin’ heat, weak n+ggas ask to eat
[verse 2:]
white and black chuck taylors, black socks and i’m back poppin’ snapchat and slapboxin’, is that stoppin’?
herring bone on my neck, i’m never home, i left
nike acg, go with dome when i step, order forms when i rap
i buy pennies off of nicks, $5 bags, $300 kicks in that 500 benz
or maybe i cop a six pr+ck, i’m in that new dodge charger with the sp+ceship lights appetite for destruction, b+tch
i ate sh+t twice bullets runnin’ through you like prune juice
you f+ck around, i let the goons loose you in the tomb, oops
you had an accident, you ain’t comin’ back again
there’s never a dull moment, i got married in vegas and then
i got in a moment through the desert to reno, we out the casino
i lost a sports car and cr+ps, play roulette with a rack got it back on black, sip a yak, tell the waitress bring me coke and jack
and don’t spike my sh+t with the devil’s breath
yellow gold condoms in my treasure chest swade shoes, silk scarf and a leather vest
handcuffs and a knife that can sever flesh
don’t sleep or you’ll get put to rest
n+ggas will run up in your crib, get your kid
i ain’t a hairdresser but i split your wig
and i thought you were religious, that’s why i’m at your temple with the gun for the digits
head shot, turn your brain into tidbits yeah, i got that gun in your temple
now your brains look like the soup of the day, lentil

(3x ) my shooter come spray with the gauge like a south bronx,puerto rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for aids

apartment in detroit house in vallejo you can never lay high music

- meyhem lauren daringer lyrics

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