Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy , by - Central Cee. Release date: 24.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| You are now listening to Young Chencs |
| Strip it back, huh |
| Aight, look |
| My flow’s unmatched |
| I talk to myself on my own, I’m tapped |
| Columbus, the way I took over the map |
| Composure, women lose that around man |
| My accountant’s monthly fee’s a grand |
| They don’t wanna see me and Ybeeez expand |
| I got a— got a strategic plan |
| I’m a big man now, I gotta feed the fam |
| Serious, now, it’s not a joke |
| Live Yours not a gang, it’s more like a cult |
| Big boy Ranges, Rover, not Vogue |
| Ride G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope |
| Girls stressed that they can’t get a hold of me no more |
| GRM nominations, I got four awards |
| Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard |
| Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore |
| I don’t know many that done it like man |
| MDMA, same colour as man |
| Bare blue ticks in my DM requests |
| Got bare bad Bs that I ain’t holler back |
| I fucked famous tings that I’ve wanked over |
| I bust that nut into existence |
| If I get a feeling that you’re fugazi |
| I’m trustin' my gut and my instinct |
| True colours showin', they see a man blow, they switch |
| What the fuck was I thinkin'? |
| For the love of my siblings, man, I gotta double my income |
| Better yet, triple it |
| Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowin', dribblin' |
| Jobless, IG modelin' |
| I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don’t do politics |
| I heard your tape, it don’t sound too promisin' |
| Need me a crib same road as Abramovich |
| Undies right on my arse, I ain’t panickin' |
| Stand up tall for my rights, I’m an activist |
| Pen game come like .45 caliber |
| Stress, I’ll manage it, strong mentality |
| Almost fell off and lost my sanity |
| 'Course I’m plannin' it, causin' an anarchy |
| Psycho, hang him and put 'em in a gallery |
| I got label execs tryna sway me |
| I’m tryna fuck on the A&R lady |
| M’s on the paper, can’t persuade me |
| I’ve got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z |
| I’m matchin' the car with the Rollie |
| I’ve got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi (Huh) |
| R.I.P. |
| Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can’t control me, nah |
| Remainin' calm through the madness |
| Flex and a man get jacked, no cactus |
| Mixtape dropped, but it’s more like chapter |
| My shooter in the six is sort of like a Raptor |
| I don’t know why you though that you could hack this |
| Send a man up to the north of the atlas |
| I was manifestin' a kilo, I’m breakin' the law with the law of attraction |
| (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) |
| These rappers never been paid, they get a lil' famous, spend all their bands |
| They spend the whole fuckin' advance |
| These rubbed out stars keep fuckin' their fans |
| It’s a bit different for me, if I had it my way, my bae wouldn’t know me |
| But no matter what country I’m in, the females there all know who I am |
| My gang’s not a play-play ting, it’s a serious type of organisation |
| We need the type of wealth that’ll stay in the world for a few generations |
| They doing whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers |
| Big man on the net just bitchin', I swear that they’re agin' backwards |
| I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the |
| mink |
| They plottin', I’m not surprised, I’ve been broke too, I know how they think |
| You inherited dough, we inherited debt, so I gotta catch up, I’m behind on the |
| rent |
| What you know about takin' risks? |
| 'Cause I lost five bags and declined an M |
| A lot of man came and went |
| I might do the same, get out of here sooner |
| Fake my death like 2Pac, move out the fam to a crib in Cuba |
| They wanna see a man go out like Biggie, but I ain’t ready to die |
| They saying that time is money, I got some money, ain’t got any time |
| Don’t be a fuckin' fool and put your family’s life in jeopardy |
| They ain’t makin' it out of the hood, it ain’t hard to find my enemies |
| I gotta watch what I say these days, it’s long now, I’m a celebrity |
| I don’t wanna chit-chat, If it ain’t 'bout money, please dont message me |
| My ting clear, uh |
| Look in my rear, and I don’t see a single soul |
| Should’ve seen what we did with snow, had London like we was in North Pole, uh |
| Done with these Insta hoes, uh, tryna get the kid exposed, uh |
| Didn’t wanna link me though, and the bag wasn’t there, and the whip was old |
| Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh |
| Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain’t missin home |
| Told the kids to stay in school, they ain’t hearin that, they just hit the roads |
| Pavin' the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros |
| 'Fore I leave my guys, I’ll slit my throat, nah |
| Can’t mix pleasure with business, but this A&R lady’s fire |
| Gotta keep this one quiet, gotta deny it, she might get fired |
| As long as your pussy’s tight, I don’t care who you fucked on prior |
| Chasin' bags, not bitches, which is the reason that my eyes look tired |
| We get paid to go to the club, the fuck? |
| You think that we’re there for fun? |
| You know that you’re in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun |
| I can’t look at them man the same, I’ve seen them lie and swear on their mums |
| Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s |
| Me and Wadz were sharin' clothes, new J’s just dropped, got two pairs each |
| Two-bed flat, and it’s just for me, got a room for bro whenever he needs |
| What you mean, «Breathe, breathe»? |
| Don’t tell me to breathe |
| Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it’s only me? |
| Don’t sell me a dream |