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BROWNBUTTER
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Hip-Hop
BROWNBUTTER was released on November 28, 2025 by Manteca Music as a part of the album HANZAI
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AlbumHANZAI
Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelManteca Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CRIMEAPPLE
CRIMEAPPLE
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sabastian Vasco
Sabastian Vasco
Songwriter
Marcus Brown
Marcus Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Brown
Marcus Brown
Producer

Lyrics

[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
[Verse 1]
Tell me who the truest is
I don't care who the old one or the newest is, nah
I really do this shit
I really do this shit, wow, wow
Parquet or the pocket
No Bengay, leave a brain displayed on the walk-up
All the geographic regions been fiending
Manteca cryin', give 'em something to believe in
Buyin' boots in Belgium for a reason
In Reykjavík, sippin' Riesling, my bitch cheesin'
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? What set you rep?
Who gettin' bulimic? (Huh?)
Let it hang, cut me, you might see change come out
All I bang is your bitch and all bank accounts
Put the stainless out, callate la boca
Heard a chubby clown dissin', lookin' like a torta
I put five down on the coca
I 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 handouts
Unless I'm in La Isla, before me, you're next fanned out
Rappers on my dick all fanned out
Askin' for the feature, couldn't even pull a band out
Tear the Band-Aid off
Careful now, baby
Put some lime juice and salt in this shit, make you really feel it, wow, wow
[Verse 2]
Tear off the Band-Aid, put on more ice and laugh
Came out the ghetto, bitch, 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
Thinkin' '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 shit, 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 shit
Found all my **** quick, she thought I couldn't win without the bitch (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 shit (That's right)
Tryna sound rich and y'all dismissin', tryna clown the kid
Town on my back, I'm alive and livin' free
You can call me for the pack, I'll arrive with what you need
What you need?
It's hard thinkin' 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
Goin' far from the past, in the sky, I'm in the breeze
[Outro]
Who rappin' butter, huh? Wow
Let's go
Written by: Marcus Brown, Sabastian Vasco
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