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daily duppy | grm daily - scorcher lyrics

i was on free flow you was on wing
you was on voluntary i was on gym
you was on blue phone i was on mash
11 months straight that i had the same zancs
you were putting names in the box, me and my bruddas want the names in the box
i was on my way to my 13th nicking this year and on basic and i just came from the block

if you had face bait like mine, p*ssy, you wouldn’t be in the mix like me
you wouldn’t be on 4 on 3 like me, you’ll be up north with the freaks and neeks man a real life wire brudda mind out, my normies don’t lie you can find out, you in a pool full of sharks brudda climb out
it’s all ribena they gonna wipe down

(yeah)

what you know bout, patterning a toothbrush into a dipperz?
what you know bout, barricading with the mirror and the slippers?
fights in the landing scuffs in a cell, gassed up govs wanna run for the bell, i ain’t on a gang ting but when i step alot of bruddas round mine get sucked in aswell

high point chattin on the mash with a badderz
night govs den come around with the scanners i been swung a bag of times so you know that mans paro, i dont watch nuttin from the pot of my borough
sleep in the morning i’m all night rangin, 5 nights and then we come and do the same ting
tell him put me on basic, i got rice anyway and cats wanna take it

green ting and i got the paper
six sheets fam i had a great run
[?] and told me take some
£30 canteen before the days done imma, extra brudda i got extra ways, so you know they had to give a brudda extra days, i don’t ever follow fashion man set the pace i got bare likkle bruddas i could send for days
(yeah)

so what you know bout badness? i been thru a whole lotta madness
i hid sticks in the cereal os in the mattress
tell the young boys go for the practice
go get a name for yourself there’s my man
now go get a chain for yourself tell ******* i ain’t rating his belt
and when you done that **** aswell look

i’m back bigger
backs bigger my abs thicker
got my top off lookin like dat n*gga
if there’s a problem we ain’t gotta chat n*gga
i can guarantee the works get mash quicker
drastic, major [?] we melt plastic then put razors in it
you get slashed in the face that’ll raise ya skin up
better put pressure on it till they lace the sh*t up
it gets messy, blood on your nice clothes
tell that to your mates when you write home
you ain’t gotta ask how i make my dough
you know the whole of the jail blow my crow
we ain’t getting high in a no fly zone
tell a brudda its a no rice zone

(hahahaa)

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