Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy - Part 2, artist - Digga D. Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy - Part 2 |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue |
| HONEYWOODSIX |
| Look, yo, blue woo, blue woo |
| About ten for a show, come correct |
| Show respect, forty for a feature, I’m the hardest, what did you expect? |
| (Yo, pay that) |
| I had hitters on the wing but I still made a ching |
| Fuck my future, didn’t think, I just cheffed his neck (I got payback) |
| Spent forty on my car too, would’ve spent more if my insurance let me pass |
| through |
| The other day, I was looking at a Lambo truck |
| In the showroom, with my rambo tucked |
| Sha said cut my hair and go back to the fuckboy trim (Nope) |
| Far from a fuckboy, you know I bust my spin (Dun' know) |
| I take L’s in the field but I got more wins (Yup) |
| Shot a tape for half a milly and I bought more tings (Yeah, yeah) |
| This rap shit bringin' more bit shots (More) |
| Banging Buju banton, two bricks copped (Both of them) |
| Before rap, it was and corners |
| Some used a phone box so I answered, no callers |
| Mum’s life, let my gun rise, I get busy |
| So much guns, I had to share some with killy (Kind) |
| Ask them, so much guns, man run out places to park skengs |
| Two peb phones, man’s renting them a rack a week each |
| Only 'cause they keep interrupting my sleep |
| And, bro, I want my little brothers to eat |
| But yo, I ain’t givin' them a handout |
| When I needed a hand in, who brought bands out? |
| (Who?) |
| There we go, you hear me, bro |
| I named a .44 long merry-go rounds |
| Only one will turn your head into a cheerio |
| Right wrist, twenty, left like sixty, basically seventy |
| And I don’t like girls my age unless it’s Maya or Tennessee |
| The rest in the U.K. just look dead to me |
| So I fly the foreigns in (Yup) |
| Smashed same day, I forgot they had to quarantine |
| And I got shooters on my team (Yup) |
| Bait guys, left five shell casings on the scene (Woi, woi, woi, woi) |
| You ain’t never had to watch 45Hickok (Yup) |
| Had me feelin' like a nigga got ripped off (Nope) |
| But I was using wrong shells, I was buzzin' cah I never had the name at the |
| side of the somethin' |
| I grew up listening to Calboy and BP (Killy niggas) |
| Then it turned to Little Reese and Chief Keef (Chicago) |
| Fourteen, really in the streets, knees deep |
| Puttin' four bills down and that was each week (Yeah, trappy wit' it) |
| More opps gettin' chatty wit' it |
| I’m just gettin' slappy wit' it |
| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, nah, I’m gettin' Dappy wit' it |