daily duppy - country dons lyrics
[part 1: produced by kp beatz]
[intro]
(kp beatz)
[verse 1: rokky]
yo, i think it’s crazy how it’s the closest ones ’round you that wan’ take you out
see, you know, i’m on the ball just like mason mount
s*xy girl, she think i’m famous, so she’ll shake it down
i gotta give it to her
before the rap, before the fame, before the insta likes
before you think about plottin’, now, i got it like i’m wesley snipes
three 15th for the dinger, they bring nuttin’ but an engine light
lil’ bro ain’t got it, it ain’t nuttin’ like i lend him mine
to you, she’s h*lla nice
to me, shе ain’t even my type
waltеr white, i pin a lab, you know, i gotta get it right
trappers on the radio, we used to get stereotyped
so many flights, you would’ve thought the feds try extra diet
a cat tried rob my bro
there weren’t no extra lives
eighteen when they locked him
his homies be like 55
i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
if there’s an intention then i’ll fence it with this bl!cky knife
i will keep it real
talk on my bruddas that are grindin’, man, i see you still
remember bein’ broke and nuttin’ left like ian beale?
i told my bro “go get this money, you don’t need to drill”
ironic, we got all this ice ‘cah i got zero chill
both wrist quarter mill’
necklace, water still
netflix and chill, that ain’t workin’ with your s*x appeal
i’m just gettin’ money, gettin’ lit
the opps are gettin’ drilled
told my custom “if you’re buyin’ more then you might get a deal”
[verse 2: maroc]
they say “lovin’ get you k!lled,” so i don’t show it much
and i can’t even trust myself
let alone, show you trust
we just get these bricks and mash ’em like a builder does
the fans dem are feelin’ us
the streets, it was feedin’ us
drugs got me f*cked, now, i don’t feel like i can dream enough
and if the lando ring to the trap, go clean it up
ot trips, yeah, i been enough
a middleman, a ting, f*ck a trim, but i need a cut
to the money, sweep, sweep, sweep it up
take it rich is a must
remember days bein’ broke, and i was runnin’ for the bus?
now, it’s gle, amg, the engine’s on crud
and i’m loyal to the soil, i won’t crumble under pressure
and i put that on my blood
you’re either one of them, or you either one of us
but if i see you with them p*ssies
then you better donald duck
and i’m hated by many like donald trump
i don’t give a f*ck
and how they chattin’ ’bout this tizzy?
they ain’t seen a weigh
my akhy’s takin’ ten up, schedule, there’ll be seven days
i’m knockin’ out these boxers, call me david haye
like we some heavyweights
we tryna make this income in several ways
it’s cali zoot and dior for my fragrance
it’s louis v when i’m steppin’ on these pavements
and from a z to a box to a [?]
my young dargs really bark, we can’t tame them
[verse 3: blaze]
the name’s blaze, and i don’t do verbal
two shanks on me like a ninja turtle
old friends turn square, i dropped out my circle
this b*tch said i’m cold, maybe i need some [?]
my plug’s always workin’, it’s universal
you think i got here without jumpin’ any hurdles
my shreepers got big waps, talk tough, they like to murder
can’t ring the line for food unless it’s been referred
i was a london yute then mum moved me out to cunch
the rest is history, you can see we get our funds
couple bad b*tches, and i tell ’em “use your tongue”
how many times did we jump out and they run?
i did it for my family, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m done
diamonds on us, we really came off up these crumbs
can’t trust no one, so we bought a couple guns
straight cunch sh*t, and i do it for my dons
i ride, spy the feds everyday, it ain’t a joke
the council don’t like me, think they heard that we got smoke
someone gets touched, hands off, i ain’t involved
my young whizz is cast a spell then he uses his coat
allegations from my neighbours, they won’t let me live
everybody hatin’, they’d rather see me in a ditch
when i pull up with my cd’s, everytime, we lookin’ lit
girl with that big back, park your bunda right on this
[part 2]
(transcription soon)
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