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Daily Duppy, Pt. 1 (feat. GRM Daily)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GRM Daily
GRM Daily
Vocals
Dappy
Dappy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Costadinos Contostavlos
Costadinos Contostavlos
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mazebeats100
Mazebeats100
Producer

Lyrics

(Mazer made it, baby) Yeah-yeah, remember the Dubz, your girlfriend loved 'em I really had her up all na-na-night I was in the T with Faze them times Yeah, we were really choppin' up brown and white (brrt) Who would've knew from a two and a blue Would've done out the whole O2 nuff times? This weren't no fire in the booth, we made bars in the shed We were lickin' out Charlie off the side I made an anthem, went platinum (woo) How many more times do I really gotta show these yutes? How many-how many songs do I save? Goals I shoot (uh, uh) I should have a golden boot, I like my gyaldem thick and rude "How the D so big when you only like five foot?" Ayy, how, you mean I'm the bloodclaat gyaldem sugar? Have her dizzy like "I Luv U" Thanks to recent events All my young bros wearin' masks on their face Doin' up greaze in the ends Puttin' P's on your head, man, are squeezin' again (blaow) Dash a mash deep in the Thames From qway back, I made Maybach music Since then (grrt), I knew I'd be rich forever And the blogs still out here diggin' up dirt on man But it's what, it's what? It's still the same don, just without the woolly hat Just a little more milli' in a Louis bag From a pickney I've been baddin' up the playground Them times there I started dashin' from the bully van (bully) '06, started shuttin' down events '07, started payin' all my mum's rent Them times you was still in a grow house I was on the main stage, really fillin' up tents Every 25th of the 12th We was sittin' near an empty tree, like this ain't no banter (banter) Real man up in the house, when we never had shit I come dishin' out gifts like Santa (V) Nowadays, holidays and lobster But I still box chips, chicken and Mirinda Bun tryna catch a bird on my chest Just for defendin' another man like Tanganga You winnin', or is it a lie? (Aye) Every other day, I see you snappin' in Dubai (rrr) It's either lit out there or you're tellin' fibs out there (wha'?) More time you're sellin' coochie on the sly I made a milli way before I even learned to drive (rrr) I hit the milli club before I was even 25 (rrr) Tryna separate the little ones from the guys But I'm still livin' off PRS from '09 My whole life I've been gettin' looked at like an alien But I'm grateful, let's face it (grr) I just switched this tune, Tectron lit up the whole room Come lookin' like a big blue spaceship Told my jeweller, "I might want pops' name on my chain" He said, "Cool, engrave it" (yeah) We were livin' in a block, I had to break free 'Cause I didn't want a life that's basic Are you a real one or an impostor? You just act bad, you need to win an Oscar You're on the roadside doin' up Deebo On the D-low, you're probably singin' to the askar (grr) Hella gyally in the room make their bum bounce (bum) Secure the bag before you go and cop a buss down Didn't pencil in no meetings This week, you're too busy gettin' drawn out on Clubhouse (blaow) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Uh-uh, yeah-yeah Uh-uh, uh-uh Yeah, yeah Uh-uh, uh-uh Yo, yo, run up the next one
Writer(s): Rhys Herbert, Paul Davis Sekasi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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