ld - daily duppy lyrics
daily duppy lyrics
[intro]
(av)
you wanna know what money sounds like? here comes the money sound
(mazza, wagwan?)
[verse]
two dot dots, man chop them down ’til they come like aki and popo (aye)
real ghana man like stonebwoy, shatta wale, nana and kojo
it was me that cleaned up ++++
i hit my man with a skeng that i borrowed (bow)
when i do road with m and skeng, no opp ain’t promised tomorrow (‘rona)
the mandem had that mac+10 twerking way before miley was twerking (grrt, grrt)
i whip bro ’round, bro whips that out, show man about whipping excursion (whip that)
bro couldn’t come down to a show, he was out tryna pull up and whack that person (whip that grr)
unknown just got bagged, insy’s home, i step with k!llers in person
manna hear death thrеats and them man there bluffing (huh)
++++ rubbеd out seven years back, all now they ain’t got back nothin’ (hm)
warnin’, step with caution, anywhere bait and my 60’s comin’ (6)
you can ask ++++, ++++, ++++
you won’t hear the black bells comin’ (mhm)
you can ask stompz and ++++ too
you won’t hear the black bells comin’ (mhm)
i pull up with m and skeng, confirm that drill then i go and link russian (russian)
that’s backwood spliffs with opps and cali
runtz with the ++++ buddin’ (haha)
my bae thinks that i’m out here cheating, but she don’t know nothin’
how’s my man still out here thuggin’? (outside)
look, in the ride, two 12s and a pr (aye)
that was me, r6 and pr (mhm)
ld, i drive big boy whips and you know that mood if i drive that dinger (crash, crash)
after i’ve f+cked me a golden browning, s+xy, lookin’ like bia (leng)
coulda been jorja smith by now, but they had me on soc’ doin’ canteen rears (aw, man)
look, had me back in the b+cat, local
feeling antisocial, i get the zanco from the spot for a phone call
my bro from west got the hammers like n0ble (hammers)
three spins in a week on my socials (true)
on a road, a man walk with a mash
so in jail, i gotta keep one local (all of that, all of that, all of that)
and they know my ting
i’m outside the lemoore, tryna get it like nadia jae and remi burgz (mhm)
bro still flyin’ them birds, that’s work
i just made five figs from a verse (mhm)
you would’ve thought my man just got signed
the way everyone puttin’ his name on a shirt
but the 60’s puttin’ that work (stretch gang)
and now, a man’s six feet in the dirt (rubbed)
peng food where the cats dem linger
same sh+t had me on the wing like lingard
gang make it rain all summer
and we keep the heat everyday for the winter (grrt)
dem man walk with a rat, and the mandem’s tryna put bine in splinter (grrt)
bring the drum to your house, and do a real life knock down ginger (grr)
[outro]
m, sizz, gi, benny, os
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