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p money - daily duppy lyrics

[intro]
ogz
p money
listen

[verse 1]
alright first off anyone’s brain’s removable
deep with the heat what i do is unusual
you think its safe at a rave
you’d get a clean headshot and found dead in the toilet cubicle
wait, who told you to talk?
i spray quick so the mac-10’s suitable
bystanders shouldn’t be standing besides a guy that i’m after
i don’t care i’ll shoot you all
reload then move the tool
see i know how to use a tool
you man are dumb, you should never hype with me
the girl you got now is a girl i used to call
and she still likes me she’s usable
clap through the letterbox, you don’t know who to call
twenty brothers?
you’ll be the first person to go to a twenty man funeral

[verse 2]
yeah i beat them but i rather you
any type of beef gets placed in the barbecue
thought about you be doing oscar, i ain’t gonna
because your bad boy act ain’t hard to do
soft, these man are not hard to bruise
natural being real ain’t hard to prove
gimme a sec, i’ll reveal the tec
to prove to you that your precious life ain’t hard to loose
i’m like 4 times after you, ring me in the morning
confirm that it’s war
guarantee you’ll be dead by the afternoon
head gone, spraying up half the room
hollow tips all fatting up [?] dudes
i got a sniper scope for a nine
so moving targets ain’t hard to shoot
one shot, split your whole car in two

[verse 3]
before you made the bar, i wrote this reply
on point with line so word spell can’t check it
any metaphor line i’ll get it
flowing like a r6 pulling off when i rev it
i use the mac like its photoshop
bare faces getting chopped off when i edit
don’t believe me? tell me its beef and i’ll dead it
know what i’m saying or said when i said it
p-ss me off, any hype tone i’ll dead it
i’m quiet, but don’t think for a sec i would let it
never would you ever stab me, don’t beg it
you could be in the ends with twenty guys
i would jump out the car, watch everybody leg it
two days later, watch everybody beg it
you ain’t on it, be honest fam, everybody said it

[verse 4]
you’ll do this and that to anybody that says your name
but you know i said it
you don’t want a swing on lord of the mic 3
because there won’t be a referee or paramedic
you see me, i spit naturally greaze
can’t say nothing sweet because the flow’s diabetic
got deep metaphors that you won’t understand
20 years later, you’re like “oh, i get it”
but now you ain’t sure
you never should’ve said nothing if it ain’t war
because you ain’t raw
kano got dropped, i would drop you with a .32
now you two can dance on the same floor
tune for tune or we can do a stage war
you’re sick, but your ego’s too big
to get around, it takes more than a four day tour
bring another tune, we can do a four way war

[verse 5]
hinting ‘n sh-t
d’you know what, fam, i’ll cut you a deal
i’ll stop thinking i’m sick
when you stop shouting thinking you’re t-tch
bare anarchy i will bring to your bits
don’t let the little bad boy act fool you
if he could, he would sing at the brits
you went from ghetto gospel, to sing “bada-bada-bada”
and you think that’s sick
if i was the engineer
i would’ve unplugged your headphones
locked off the g5, and a mixer
saying “i ain’t recording this sh-t”
do you know what, come out the booth you div
no, keep the money for the session
i told them i’ll bun ’em in a second
leave the war with this money weapon

[verse 6]
you missed it, you missed it
when i’m on stage, the crowd goes ballistic
you missed the drop, get aired, turned around
and try to blame the dj that mixed it
man are like “uh, you dissed it”
i had the scene unlocked
i grips’d it
you’re marrying the game, but i’m beating it everyday
and i ain’t even lipsed it
you’re rolling with chicks
you think the flow is a lick
i ain’t gonna lie, some of these mc’s are cold
but when it comes to me, my vocal is blitz
the north pole can’t get colder than this
i free’d your work you opened your lips
i get dark with the mic
me plus any type of tune will resort in a total eclipse

[verse 7]
any -rs-hole in some neeky jacket
you’re the type to watch your best friend fight
then afterwards say “did you see me back it?”
them man are more damp than a leaky p-ssat
deep with the bars, you won’t see me panic
any of you man got a death wish, holler at me
i’ll show you the g in these magics
i’m gone, you can’t see these gadgets
i got straight vision, can’t see these f-ggots
on youtube, i spit so sick
man hold their screen in the air like a cv racket
you can’t see these gadgets
none of their [?]’s sick compared to mine
clear 1, clear 2, clear 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, cd’s vanished

[interlude]
i’ma go again quick
get me, ogz
hang tight blacks, ruger, desparado
hang tight the whole squad
you get me?
daily duppy
come on man
duppy daily, fam, come on
the beast is up
i’m awake
hang tight skepta
been there done that out now
spit big bars is on there
featuring myself and blacks
dun kno
you get me

[bridge]
you’re the type to watch your best friend fight
then afterwards say “did you see me back it?”
them man are more damp than a leaky p-ssat
deep with the bars, you’ll never see me have it
listen, listen, yo

[verse 8]
boy, straight off the shelf
kick-box are about straight off the belt
man wanna violate, undo the buckle
wack your face about, straight off the belt
money talks, so does my fist
uppercuts are like “f-ck off, stay off the road”
slapping these mcs around like b-tches
man are like “easy, lay off the girls”

[verse 9]
get me? i bar the best
when i mic 16, it will take off your chest
one blast, you’re dead
if the grime scene was a building
i’d be the grime scene architect
i beat the tune so hard
i got musical instruments now trying to ask me for s-x
on my ones i’ll take half the set
twenty men vs me and my end
i’ll slap 1, slap 2, slap 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, i’ll clart the rest
outnumber the known, take half your guests
rise of the mac-10, dread half the vest
you’re a moist one, it ain’t hard to guess
forget the rules, i will par the ref
you man are on levels that ain’t hard to test
are you mad? i’ll set a light at your address

[outro]
daily duppy
p money
chat to me brother

- p money lyrics

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