Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, Pt. 1, artist - Dappy. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy, Pt. 1 |
| Remember the Dubz, your girlfriend loved 'em |
| I really had her up all na-na-night |
| I was in the T with Faze them times |
| Yeah we were really chopping up brown and white |
| Who would’ve knew from a two and a blue |
| Would’ve done out the whole O2 nuff times |
| This weren’t no fire in the booth, we made bars in the shed |
| We were licking out Charlie off the side |
| I made an anthem, went platinum |
| How many more times do I really gotta show these yutes? |
| How many songs do I save? |
| Goals I shoot |
| I should have a golden boot, my gyaldem thick and rude |
| «How the D so big when you only like five foot?» |
| How you mean I’m the bloodclaat gyaldem sugar? |
| Have her dizzy like I Luv U |
| Thanks to recent events |
| All my young bros wearing masks on their face |
| Doing up greaze in the ends |
| Putting P’s on your head, man are squeezing again |
| Dash a mash deep in the Thames |
| From qway back I made Maybach music |
| Since then I knew I’d be rich forever |
| And the blogs still out here digging up dirt on man |
| But it’s what, it’s what? |
| It’s still the same don, just without the woolly hat |
| Just a little more mulli in a Louis bag |
| From a pickney I’ve been badding up the playground |
| Them times there I started dashing from the bully van |
| '06, started shutting down events |
| '07, started paying all my mum’s rent |
| Them times you was still in a grow house |
| I was on the main stage, really filling up tents |
| Every twenty-fifth of the twelfth |
| We was sitting near an empty tree, like this ain’t no banter |
| Real man up in the house, when we never had shit |
| I come dishing out gifts like Santa |
| Nowadays, holidays and lobster |
| But I still box chips, chicken and Mirinda |
| Bun tryna catch a bird on my chest |
| Just for defending another man like Tanganga |
| You winning or is it a lie? |
| Every other day I see you snapping in Dubai |
| It’s either lit out there or you’re telling fibs out there |
| More time you’re selling coochie on the sly |
| I made a milli way before I even learned to drive |
| I hit the milli club before I was even twenty-five |
| Tryna separate the little ones from the guys |
| But I’m still living off PRS from '09 |
| My whole life I’ve been getting looked at like an alien |
| But I’m grateful, let’s face it |
| I just switched this tune, Tectron lit up the whole room |
| Come looking like a big blue spaceship |
| Told my jeweller «I might want pops' name on my chain» |
| He said «Cool, engrave it» |
| We were living in a block, I had to break free |
| Cause I didn’t want a life that’s basic |
| Are you a real one or an impostor? |
| You just act bad, you need to win an Oscar |
| You’re on the roadside doing up Deebo |
| On the D-low you’re probably singing to the askar |
| Hella gyally in the room make their bum bounce |
| Secure the bag before you go and cop a buss down |
| Didn’t pencil in no meetings this week |
| You’re too busy getting drawn out on Clubhouse |