Daily Duppy

Yeah Uh Huh I'm a sweet mamacita But don't get me cross like a vicar Or I go nuts like snickers So before you beef us Better think, best reflect like mirrors I'm a whole lotta trouble If I touch you, you gon' see d-d-double 'Cause Shaybo's cray-cray Let it rip like Bleyblade if he miss payday Pussy wet like a puddle (Huh) Plus it hug the dick tight like a cuddle Ah, oga, you gon' struggle 'Cause my pussy sweet like Indomie noodles Smack it down raw on the queen, it's the real Royal Rumble Arse fat like Umaga When I off my pata, he a real bowcatter I am the queen of south, the queen of rap The queen of drill, the queen of this, the queen of that And what? No one disagrees with that No one's ever gonna make me take it back I just come and go, spin a track I call the game my ex, it takes me back Even when I'm tryna go, they call me back That means most of all, these bitches whack I'm hood, I glue my eyelashes with hair glue Pull up on the blocks just to scare you Dare me? Dare me? No, how dare you? Bitch, how fuckin' rude Don't trust me 'cause I don't trust you too Shaybo from the hood's now gone Hollywood It's a superstory, Nollywood Girl, I run town, run town Wanna run come up? Come down Let's one on one now Or shut up, calm down Stupid person, stupid motherfucker Oloshi oloriburuku, oya bota They say they want to fight me but they call olopa My mummy thinks she knows everything from WhatsApp There's nothin' you can buy me 'cause I ball like soccer Oga, I beg, please give these thirsty bitches some water Most of you bitches out here my daughter Everything you're doing right now, I taught ya Time after time like Cyndi Lauper So respect your mother (Yeah) Run for cover, run for cover It's like I'm on a different level, gotta hover Tell her what's up, tell her what's up You better talk sense before I cut off I cannot marry Jamaican, he's yours you can take him He say he want to marry me, I kuku delay am I ain't got no patience I don't trust no pagans I don't fuck no waste men So one like Acen Bitches is basic, basic bitches just face it You know I'm on top while you creep in the basement Pagans hating, faced 'em, break 'em, ooh Training, pacing, waiting, make a move I'm the queen of the south, I've proven it now 'Cause me, I'm not the one that just talks anyhow We're done No questions