Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - Dezzie. Date of issue: 02.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| M1 on the beat |
| You know, you know |
| Port 1, nacht |
| Uh, uh |
| Ayy |
| Yo |
| Teele caught him a |
| K like Trap |
| But the hand ting jammed when he try double tap |
| Ooh, ahh, click, clack, bap |
| I was really sixteen tryna grip on that wap (You know, you know) |
| OFB gang lurk and attack |
| Me and Lz stepped out 'fore we knew how to rap (Gang) |
| 'Member it was them boys yappidy yap |
| So I make sure shorty don’t post me on Snap |
| I’m on FaceTime to a sweet Insta model (Woi oi) |
| Sorry, can’t take her to Hakka (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| In the field like Saka, |
| defending my block |
| Mertesacker |
| (You know, you know) |
| Had 'em looking for man, no tracker |
| Free Slim Jim, real OF attacker (Ayy, free him) |
| Sometimes, I forget I’m a rappr |
| Give it to a thug, let it ring, Mostack-er |
| And what’s this I’m seeing on UDN? |
| (Uh, uh) |
| About vigorous mn |
| I got big corn for old-school friends |
| Slip up or smoke like blem (Whoosh) |
| Ain’t bust case, touched bro for an M |
| So I gotta thank Lord everyday, amen (Amen) |
| This four-door kicks stuff like the prem |
| Ayy, spin that coupe, spin around Big Ben |
| Yo, I was pedal bike grafting, shotting 'nuff cro |
| Sho, same way I did it in O (You know, you know) |
| Coulda made it pro now my life’s, somethin' like death row |
| Uh, ya dun know, Shaybo, grip my stainless, ayy bro, let’s go |
| Sofa surfin', gotta dodge popo. up front, that’s bug like Jermaine Defoe |
| No watch or chain but I came in the game with more racks than my age (You know, |
| you know) |
| Talk is cheap, I ain’t tryna chase fame cah |
| DTB |
| needs a milli' like Wayne (Bro) |
| Felt so much pain when MB died, I was goin' insane (Uh, uh) |
| Fourteen, I got shot, then five got touched so I can’t complain (Uh-uh) |
| They say my lifestyle I live is haram |
| Lean, angle your arm (Whoosh, whoosh) |
| Bro backed it, made it ring no alarm |
| I’m with double O, bro, I love Popcaan |
| I don’t know why the boy there envy, don’t tempt me 'fore I 'cause man harm |
| (Uh-uh) |
| A million views didn’t change my life cah I’m still another thug from |
| Broadwater Farm (You know, you know) |
| I’m not a Naija man but I heard they put money on my head, how dread (Ayy, ayy) |
| Been in the hood like Robin, if it gets on tops, I’ll leave man red (Ayy, |
| wet him up, wet him up) |
| Gyally on me from them sides, said she wan' ride this kid, no ped (You know, |
| you know) |
| Pum pum come dead, only hit that once, never again like Fred |
| Pull up, you know, you know |
| What’s that? Another one? DJ Khaled |
| Damn it, S got 21, savage |
| Riding dirty tryna move all madage (Free 'em, free 'em) |
| Opp diddy bop cause damage |
| I swear, Kermit coulda turned shh cabbage (Whoosh, whoosh) |
| Living so lavish, slugs in my 9, you can eat this radish |
| Whoosh, you get me? |
| Mixtape soon out and these things |
| You know, you know |
| Free my OFB ten times, gang shit |
| O-way or no way, R.I.P Josh, man |
| We miss you, bro |