Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - Deno. Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| It’s like I’m tryna' see everybody win |
| But nobody don’t wanna' see me win |
| Drop top top, what I’ve been screaming |
| Looks like first I gotta' fight demons |
| Coming from the top, droppin' from ceilings |
| Lotta' niggas don’t wanna see eating |
| Listen to the «es they’ve been reading |
| Everything changes when you see paper |
| Your biggest hater ain’t even a stranger |
| Liking my pictures, but I see danger |
| Too gazey, got me scared to add acres |
| Makes me wanna' just go on hiatus |
| One day they say «Yo, what you tellin' me?» |
| Next day you can see a whole 'nother energy |
| One day they say «Yo, what you tellin' me?» |
| Put two eyes on your friend, not your enemy |
| Hoody on fully when I’m wearing a Goose |
| Got bait so I had to switch to a Moose |
| Too many eyes so I had to deduce |
| Too many eyes so I had to reduce |
| Make it to the top, that’s all that I wanted |
| Ain’t even made it, if I’m being honest |
| Hectic lifestyle, nothing’s a promise |
| Been too kind, you can take it how you want it |
| Only seventeen and I mash up the game |
| I’m here for the bread and the love, not the fame |
| She claims that she’s been saying no to the D, but still I be hearing she’s |
| screaming my name |
| Fuck your respect and fuck what your game is |
| You ain’t done shit for yourself, but you’re hatin' |
| Rudeboy, you better go act what your wage is |
| Go check my status, I don’t need your ratings |
| Voice to the youth, so we gotta' speak up |
| Play a bit of Dave or Hus through the speaker |
| J Hus done said it before: «Big bunda, she in the Bundesliga» |
| That’s another cheque, that’s another keeper |
| Mums called Roma, her son’s a leader |
| Guess I’m a Roman, bit of a spokesman |
| Young general, call me Julius Caesar |
| The young G can never get done over |
| I’m too clued up while you’re hungover |
| I got my moves up, why’d you think I blew up? |
| And if you’re talkin' loads, get slumped over |
| And sometimes I feel like a prick |
| How did I spend five bags on drip? |
| Everyone’s saying «Who the hell is this kid?» |
| Oh, my bad, I get a hell of a kick |
| Still jugging for my kids, the Fresh Prince is gonna' leave M’s in his will and |
| that’s real shit |
| Have a lady who be looking like Jorja whipping in a Porsche, that’s Mr. and Mrs. |
| Smith |
| Movie cinematic coming like Brad Pitt (Uh) |
| Strike three times, I just got a hat-trick (Blud) |
| Strike four times, got another tactic |
| Duppy a riddim daily, that’s a madting |
| The way that I’m hustling, it is so damaging |
| Racks in the middle the way I be patterning |
| Got tings calling, hit up my management |
| Not a relationship, it’s an entanglement |
| Got some loved ones waiting on me |
| Place in my heart and they’re staying for free |
| Got some loved ones staying with me |
| Still pray for yourself if you’re praying for me |
| It’s like I’m tryna' see everybody win |
| But nobody don’t wanna' see me win |
| Drop top top, what I’ve been dreaming |
| Looks like first I gotta' fight demons |
| Coming from the top, droppin' from ceilings |
| Lotta' niggas don’t wanna see eating |
| Listen to the «es they’ve been reading |
| Listen to the «es they’ve been preaching |