Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - Ivorian Doll. Date of issue: 11.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| Picked up a pen in December |
| '018, the date to remember |
| Young black queen in the ends |
| A former member thinks I resent her |
| Couldn’t take I’m attention centre |
| Snake, pretender, got spun in a blender |
| Twitter and a YouTube trender |
| So you still talk my name when I left ya |
| Had to done that duo |
| I think you know, cut that evil eye |
| See how I kicked off, 2−0 |
| Big boss Hugo, Sag, no Gemini |
| Ten second clip to a milli' in a month |
| Balmain drip to my Jordan 1's |
| Puttin' those rumours to bed, now they all are done |
| Once chance to be my toy-boy |
| If I dig your D then I might woi-oi |
| 'Cause the Insta die, then so would your career |
| You’d be the first to be unemployed (Hurt bitches) |
| (Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-doo!) |
| How many speeches you gon' do? |
| You shoulda stopped at number two |
| Screaming my name when I don’t know you |
| This bitch is a dog, I’ma leash her too |
| Look at the hair, look at the nails, look at the drip (Drip) |
| Look at the views, look at the plaques, look at the hits (Hits) |
| You see me shine, I’m on my grind, look at the pics (Pics) |
| About to blow, rocking Off-White, I ain’t talkin' bricks |
| Snatch wig back like a Lambo roof |
| Make gyal disappear like, «Where she? |
| «, poof |
| And your bredrin too, if I see that wretch, she can get three, two, yeah, you, |
| yeah, you |
| Backup dancer, yeah, you, yeah, you |
| Sideman, yeah, you, yeah, you |
| Oh, Vanessa, where you? |
| Where you? |
| On your TV screen and your radios too |
| Only started, game got clarted, highly regarded ('garded) |
| I’m hittin' targets, labels calling, I’m on the market (Market) |
| Expensive carpet in my apartment, look, I’ma starlet (Starlet) |
| Four-door, skrrt and park it, all of this ice, I come like the Arctic |
| I set a trend, you follow on |
| On to the next, you hopping on |
| They say I flex, none of them wrong |
| Just got a crib off one of my songs |
| I set a trend, you follow on |
| On to the next, you hopping on |
| They say I flex, none of them wrong |
| Just got a crib off one of my songs |
| I push buttons like type and stuff |
| Rose gold chain with a diamond clutch |
| All white whip, cocaine coloured Pyrex stuff |
| We make money, we make moves |
| Bro got locked, come home soon |
| Clock hit noon, gun go «Boom» |
| Face in a box, this ain’t Zoom |
| Rise at moon (Ha) |
| Wrist on freeze, burr, Gucci fur |
| Money goes out, more goes in |
| My bank account twerking |
| I’m just workin', haters lurking |
| Somethin' get drawn on an opp, it’s curtains |
| I got the game in the bag, it’s Birkin |
| Listen up, true say, I give sermons, ayy |
| It’s Daily Duppy, that’s bars on bars |
| IVD, shoot straight for the stars |
| Look at the galaxy, I’m on Mars |
| If I whisper once, then the mandem charge |
| No more snickers, no more laugh |
| That’s my jigga, he’s on task |
| Wray and his nephew both take part |
| When the liquor shot, leave a Maker’s Mark |
| I said what I said, I ain’t saying no more |
| Packed my bags, 2021, I’m going on tour (Queen, hahahaha) |