Raspberry Crush (feat. Meyhem Lauren & Hologram)

Daringer

Compositor: Daringer

Yeah, uh huh, yo, yeah
Uh, Meyhem, Holly, you funky bitches
I wish you would I wish you would
Check, Get 'em Mey, go 'head

Yo I wake up in text messages and tricolored necklaces
A semi-automatic got me ready for the recklessness shit
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 niggas 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 fuck with you
I'd rather take an L and help Paulie catch a W
Shit that seems to trouble you, I'm doin' my thing
Silk shirts and somethin' far away with medallions that swing
For my niggas up top in the box playin' the bing
Countin' days till 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 niggas flashin' mink
Queens niggas blastin' heat, weak niggas ask to eat

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 Prick, I'm in that new Dodge Charger with
The spaceship lights
Appetite for destruction, bitch
I ate shit twice bullets runnin' through you like prune juice
You fuck 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 craps, 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 shit 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
Niggas 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

My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx
Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS
My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx
Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS
My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx
Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS

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