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daily duppy - grm daily lyrics

part 1

[verse 1: izzpot, bandokay, double lz]
think i’m losing my head cah’ i ride with a gun
age 16 started riding for fun
shush got bored up, tryna slide on the sums
turn age 17, my bro’s knifing his lungs
age 18, i was wetting on tags
my big brosdem kept getting on man
popcaan when your ova dweet, eighteen i thought life was over sweet
bl!ckidy bl!ck like 22gz
make you drip on your drip when the .32 beats
slip on your strip then we shoot indeed
when we in woodgreen like the 243

[verse 2: bandokay, izzpot]
yo, we got crocodile t**th like sk!llibeng
for many men like 50 cent
you know the gang pop corn in silence
latex on, bally on with the skeng
yo like izzpot, i gotta tell them ahlie
don got held up and sh*lled in, ahlie
watch us come back like a frisbee bro
faster, make a man run swiftly

[verse 3: double lz]
gangsters, watch a gang ambush like my anthem
no we ain’t dishing out sweets on randoms
my bro’s on the can with the samsung
asking me where’s all the bad tings
shot and i miss, had me throwing a tantrum
bro tell me use one eye like plankton
they’re 9/10, yo clamp him
keep it a secret like law of attraction
[verse 4: izzpot]
ay, i run a man down and he’s screaming “ah”
like bando, i’m here screaming “yo”
you ain’t strip if you don’t dance with pole
aye, spin this right, let me glance this folk
bros in front and i’m grabbing him back like “no”
let me get that one bro
they got broski in the can like coke
if i shh man down will he drown on floor?

[verse 5: bandokay]
if i shh man down, will his whole drip drown?
shh man down till they hold it down
ting and her cl*t, soaking wow
she told me baby, come and stroke it now
she said go brazy, come and poke it now
bless the baby tryna own this crown
one got away, two got away
three was wavey when he got thrown down

part 2

[verse 6: bandokay]
i could’ve went to church road like nines still
instead i’m on the block, with the 9 mill
i had six on the top, not five grills
b*tches seem to talk more when they’re in high heels
i’m like chris, like tucker on a friday
let it get smokey, b*tch i want it my way
want my jeans 30, dior in a size 8
i been like deebo since i was 5’8″
[?] run it back we love rob people
like my n*gga get the smoke, he love shot people
make you feel it in the air like beanie sigel
divide the cash into two, ain’t no [?] equal
screaming mulli like [?]
but they say money’s evil
mummy i’m the man, i know mummy’s peaceful
i see red like a bullet, and my money legal
now the mps want us to take a needle
i put petrol in my car, my other ride was diesel
i’m easy like e, i got my bird no eagle
leather gloves up in the car, told my n*gga be cool
just get the car in motion and watch my n*gga beat corn
you beat one, you beat two
you beat after you
and now we’re over there in the afternoon
back then we was friends and now we’re after goons
you are not my family like [?]
[verse 7: izzpot]
[?] system’s more than f*cked
caught a yout and bored him up
every time i’m stepping on the roads i got my borer tuck
every time i’m f*cking on these hoes, i’m getting bored as f*ck
these fans are only f*cking with the gang until they’re bored of us
i heard my broski slapped it front of jakes, that was more than luck
could’ve been an actor, sh*t, i could’ve been a baller ‘cus
unlimited slappings, but they talking like they done more of us
twenty man running, f*ck it, know there’s only four of us
i swear to god this life is f*cked
but they don’t understand
every day’s a challenge i ain’t talking about the running man
yeah they clapped it off
we clapped it back but we ain’t running fam
bro packed him off and dashed him off
and now we’re bunning man
and now we’re bunning man with ciggy
needing more like come from philly
if you’re drilly then i’m drilly
told my bro stop being silly
told my hoe stop playing with me
told my bro start praying with me
‘cah, life is short, and we don’t know when it’s tekky, k!lly
heard i poked him, i poked him, yeah, well that’s true
heard i took that day date in the night, well that’s a fact too
every day i’m getting stopped by feds ’cause i’m a black yout
if you really want the lifestyle then you know you gotta stack too
know i can’t trust a hoe, just f*ck a hoe and duck a hoe
that’s normal
adrenaline, i’m getting him, i’m wetting him
that’s thoughtful
swinging it, that’s forceful
said he’s on me, cool cool
he ain’t scoring nothing, all i’m hearing is bare talk talk
[verse 8: double lz]
couple murder cases, couple burner cases
couple serve the pavements
separating dark and white, it weren’t no racists
couple turned to strangers, couple turned to pagans
couple weren’t the bravest
way besides that, couple turned to fakers
i swear i slapped off, there weren’t no thinking about it
h*lla residue, i’m telling you, i had to fling the outfit
dash six [?]
like i was even clowning
you ever seen a browning, not the one you jeeting out in
i know a lad that thinks he’s bad when his gs around him
i know a yat that got attached when she see a thousand
i know a man that’s in the can and i ain’t even shouted
i know it sounds f*cked, i got him when he free him out it

- grm daily lyrics

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