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mitch (uk) - daily duppy lyrics

my spit game foreign my kick game european, slide through broski im sure ill see em im on bands like gallahger they call me liam, 3 2 4 5 doors or korean, manna from the streets like g herb, manna put your face on a t shirt its been a while since i came with a weak verse and you’ve never seen my gyal with a cheap purse, like kodack i dont need features for xmas i brought me some heaters, and you know that i can’t play dm manna phoning for bricks i can’t garutnee em. i want a flight to link my dad in the caribean the 4 fizzy that i had was in the museum yeah you know the flizzy came it was eritrian got dem runners doing runs and you never pay em. i just cut through and you better spray em, see dem funny man jokes i dont play em coming like chris mark in that cold play em. its been a while since i came with a dead verse never started on a brick it was a z first but i remember watching cartoon network and you know my real g’s hit me on my tek first, never started on a hundid was a rap verse before i got my whap i had to trap first all eyes on the kid its not a pac verse and in jail i had to do my bed pack first. did a mazza on the road i didn’t trap worse better bill it up again if it ain’t backward paul walker man their just some dead actors simon cowel man this beefs got factors f-ck a uni man i never got my masters i just grew up on the strip with some rasters, ak how they patterned up in astern i was on the opp block on my last turn, snitches get st-tches but i ain’t in the pictures with em and when it comes out you gonna wish you didn’t fake yutes love likes man their fishing for em i dont know how the fans even listen to em, used to come to my flap i used to play truant, i got no electrics my next door blew em, i got nicked for 10 mazzas and i didn’t do em i got young g’s in london i never grew em, like everybody listen to mitch talk about the field you ain’t been on the pitch i was turning off my trap phone to slap crome my dinners waiting on the table when im back home, got my g12 screaming out free smoke i put 4 5 shoulve in your cheap coat, i was mad trappy mad slappy mad rappy them boy are too chatty always up mans batty, heard them saying f-ck mitch i dont response gave a man a drop and he never slid once i ain’t talking bout slides in the f-cking park its ’19 who slides in the f-cking dark, i ain’t sitting on the fence, what for? a couple mad things you could get got for talking like squeezers running from the geezers, me i get it popping on the spot like tweezers

- mitch uk lyrics

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