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lirik lagu daily duppy – krept & konan

[intro]
yeah
krept, kones
play dirty, in the building
come on
daily duppy, grm daily
young kingz out now, go get that
happy birthday kones

[verse 1: krept]
f-ck our generation, hypocrisy’s amazing
you’re pointing at us rappers, saying that we work with satan
drinks, drugs, sex, raving
you’re just as bad as the one that you’re calling a mason
fruits of labour, please get me out this dark hole
chicks won’t even look at you, if you don’t have a car doe
love n-gg-s in the limelight, shallow jezzies
youths k!lling over phones, now there’s another black burried
i’ve seen a couple man go here
the hood’s bananas so i pray for my peers
might get left bl–dy, i told you already
if you’re always in the hood you can die like kenny
don’t want my mum to bury me like the usual
and have her singing hymns at my funeral
cause hood n-gg-s letting bullets fly on some other shit
might hit your adams family and get your cousin hit
it’s mad here, some of my brothers still on that same shit
getting rid of two packs, i ain’t seeing no changes
they might catch you slipping while you’re eating in places
then mark your face while you’re eating a danish
i came from the rubble with my homies
now them rocks got my brothers in stonie
rap star so them females approach me
big woman want my wood, that’s adultery
i don’t trust n-gg-s, these girls, no chance
how you gonna snake me if i only trust ko’ bruh
these girls got poor traits, she’ll leave you with a broke heart
in school she’ll give you lergies
now that b-tch might give you herpies
you won’t hear nothing realer
these chicks will deceive ya
so girls, i trust none cause they’re no mother theresa
claiming she a good girl and she praying to the father
claiming she a church girl ’til a boy walked past her

[interlude]
boy walked past her
right we’re gonna turn it up a piece
levels to this shit
young kingz, obviously, come on, out now, itunes
we’re gonna get into this, big up adp, a dot, yeah
i wrote this on the way here, mothers
haha, word, look

[verse 2: konan]
head full of mad thoughts
i get tunnel vision staring at these black walls
they phone me, so i act cool
just in case paul want a black ball
i ain’t got no worries
snakes wanna rush me but i ain’t in no hurry
mind on my money day and night like kid cudi
all these babydads wanna be me, all their babymums call me honey
we go back to the crib, you know what’s on the agenda
grabbing on my t, she knows she’s got a temper
does she like football, i can’t remember, but her pussy’s tight like wegner
uh, young kingz september, that’s dark on the scales
rip dougie, i’m just tryna leave my mark in this world
feds can’t stand it so they try and put me on a ban, i’m a bandit
banger’s fresh home and you know he’s on antics
san andreas round here, straight grand thefts
even when there’s mums around
cause these hoodrats ain’t nothing like rastamouse
fed up cause i hate cops
we raised the bar, they can’t afford to take shots

[outro]
word
young kingz, out now
daily duppy, grm daily
quick ting man we done this quickly quickly for you lot man
yeah man
yeah, just make sure you get the mixtape
out now, itunes, young kingz
working on the b-day
yeah

- krept konan

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