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daily duppy - 36 (uk) lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
razz
brr, hooh
brr, brr, brr

[verse]
late night, man’s burst off pina
got my gun in the club, actin’ a mad man
that’s me cuz’
show the handle, i told man, “ease up”
i love money, guns, girls
same way a white man love his reeboks
with the .4s, i’ll show them ’bout tap that
i’ll move like john when he lost his book
have you ever seen bine in a shoe box?
have you ever played bond?
six and a half, it’s a ting with a whistle
i rock that shotty and wake his block
i still get texts from my ex ting, pressed it
i ran through all the leng ones
still need b*tches to lock these waps and pattern a gaff
gotta keep couple dead ones
lies i tell to the best ones, but i won’t tell her i love her
my old ting would argue in bed
she keeps saying i’m hoggin’ the cover
not once did i hit her, no
[?] to phone her dad, brother
uncle, cousin, it’s whatever, it’s whatever, yo
feel that pit to brim and send it
bap, bap, bow
back then when we done it on bikes, that had [?] engines
back in the day in school in pe, had a plimsole, salt and peppers
of course this beef needs peppers
wave that wand, get caught like cedrick
live in the net, i see man ventin’
see him in flesh, he’s cool
me and [?] could’ve worked out if i was a bit more tall
primary school days in the toilets, jokes
used to throw tissues up at the wall
now i just grab my gun and slap it
i still owe nuff’ man corn
my old school catties used to be bare jarring
i knocked my door when i aired his calls
my spinner holds .38 specials
hit with one of them men, it’s chalk
my rambo i call, “excalibur”
feel like arthur with this sword
them man don’t care for their freedom
they wear nike techs goin’ to court
[part ii]

[chorus]
we don’t take no l’s ’round here
how much man’s been clipped out here?
spot and drop, i’m firin’ first
these boots weren’t made for astro turf
*** got stained for all his grub
don’t be flashy, you know how life works
remember i was gettin’ bare corn from turks
but i couldn’t understand cah’ they knew where i’m at

[verse]
these luger .9s, of course they’re pink tops
these ain’t no .9mm packs
used to buss that back with the kitchen draw
my grandma’s house to hide that wap
you ain’t ever cranked live through a letter box
made a man have to move his gaff’
cats in the bando talkin’ ’bout covid
they better think ’bout k!llin’ this rat
i still bring out the old ting
two twin barrels, pete and basti’s
english m’s factored in nina’s
america’s .45 bells in the mag’
i got bad ones tellin’ me stuff
if i give her a response, i’m tellin’ her, “thanks”
heard 2*2 .12s for the grapevine
you know my ting, i’m fully on wass
all i know is yuck, all i know horrendous stuff
coil it, recoil it then bap, bap, bap, bow
run man down, of course i’ll catch him
i ain’t smoked weed in a while
i made *** eat my zk, now he’s just sleepin’ it out
‘015 where the tool was ‘urgle, burgle, t**th in the house
you ever been stupid, played with the mash and let off t**th in your house?
i come a long way from zee’s in the couch
i couldn’t sleep in a drought
my girl stays at home with the light on
she can’t sleep when i’m out
[chorus]
we don’t take no l’s ’round here
how much man’s been clipped out here?
spot and drop, i’m firin’ first
these boots weren’t made for astro turf
*** got stained for all his grub
don’t be flashy, you know how life works
remember i was gettin’ bare corn from turks
but i couldn’t understand cah’ they knew where i’m at

- 36 uk lyrics

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