Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - CHIP. Date of issue: 27.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| Ay J, you know blud |
| Like Adz would say, «ya'know I’m sayin?» |
| Daily Duppy |
| Fanatics |
| Yo |
| How long I been rappin'? |
| Chip been snappin' |
| Diss me, I diss myself better, B-Rabbit |
| Gaucho, I get my steak with some veg' but I never had my beef and came out |
| cabbaged |
| Chip don’t have it, oh, he’s savage |
| Pot belly on me, yeah the champs' do damage |
| Best friend moved to LA, said he saw the bigger picture and he ain’t on the mic, |
| he trappin' |
| I ain’t oblivious to scales in the room |
| Boy it’s piff when I spit off the scale when I boom |
| Big Chip got the wave, you got the plague, I pray please God keep us out the |
| same rooms |
| Cah I’m about the good vibes, good life, tryna have a good time |
| Good guy but tell you what the hood’s like |
| You must’ve thought I’m a do it by the book guy |
| I’ma get the money by rook or crook like |
| I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air |
| Why you think it’s mic' corn when they step here |
| Chip’s gonna run out of bars, not even next year |
| Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there? |
| Get where? |
| Get here, money or they get aired |
| Text Ash like, «yo fam has the cheque cleared?» |
| Boy I ain’t got a leng but I got a pen |
| I make a hundred in a year and only drop ten |
| Niggas can’t gun me |
| Raskit like Dizzee, nobody spun me |
| Step correct when I push, gotta love it, haters wan' touch him |
| This chain Cuban, security Russian |
| I ain’t taking no chances |
| Stand still, see the diamonds just dancin' |
| Give gyally champagne, more glasses |
| Couple dry mout' gyal just glancin', what drink? |
| Not askin' |
| It’s cool babe, hold this |
| Don’t drink if your body can’t hold it |
| LP, Dom P, I’m on my grown shit |
| You a wifey or thot babe, own it, it’s cool, I condone it |
| My mind been zoning, the weed shop that I go stays open |
| I got a few addictions but I’m coping |
| Like, sometimes I wanna quit smoking |
| Nah, fuck that, I’m rolling, I’m fucking bipolar |
| I don’t need diagnosing, I own up |
| I love young niggas chatting like olders |
| Cah boy I was twenty one feelin' grown up |
| Now I see the generation gap and how it’s fuckin' up the culture |
| Murder me a new rapper, charge it to the culture |
| Ain’t no pigeon 'bout to play with this vulture |
| I don’t get comfy, pussy I’m kosher, nobody told ya? |
| Uh |
| Been reppin', big spliff, back of the dance, two steppin' |
| Olders and youngers who call man a legend |
| Respect the R9's and CR7's |
| Cah Chip had tek then and got tek now |
| We don’t tek' chat, he’ll make a boy tek', bow |
| Everyobody claiming thrones, want the top chair |
| Stop it, the scene was poppin' before you got here |
| I just got haters, I ain’t got rivals |
| I don’t like Christmas, me, I do Guy Fawkes |
| Rap game, washing machine, it’s all cycles |
| Niggas should be spittin', they be tryna go viral |
| Newbies going at idols, clinical cycle |
| Been a while, yeah, I seen what time do |
| Married to the game, no homo |
| You wanna do ring? |
| Nigga you’ll see what I do |
| I ain’t Tyson, I don’t bite man, prep up |
| But I’m Tyson, I get knocked down, get up |
| Man know the motto, been cash, man pen up |
| Rap game jarring but I ain’t quite fed up |
| I ain’t even talkin' 'bout jarring youts |
| When I say fed up, I mean more food |
| I get the pen, start barking tunes |
| Stuck in your head like the Barking tune |
| We don’t spark, we bark these zoots |
| They’re no bite, we’ll bark these yutes |
| Who’s the young G that came through with the OG’s that can still out bar these |
| yutes |
| Sitting here with this Gelato three five |
| I quit rappin' before I’m three five |
| Your lyrical levels are knee high |
| Can’t kick up a beat like… like… rampin' |