Danny Brown, Scrufizzer - Dubstep lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown, Scrufizzer - Dubstep lyrics]
I was thinking 'bout something
But, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
Remember when I was struggling
Fucked up on my knuckles
Tryna sell some dirt weed
Taxing off a ten speed money wasn't coming
For sure nigga I kept fronting
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
And I kept licking on that clit
'til she gave me that shit
I've been fucked up for so long
Swear to God I gotta get it
I put my back into it
Serving bags to them students
Tell 'em I got that fire on that
Porch right there by the Buick
I'm just tryna get my mind
Go worry nigga 'bout yours
Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four
Serving in them hallways
The courtrooms all day
Hoods kicked the door down
Now we in the Coney
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
It's the same old shit
Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up
It's killing me, niggas wanna get rid of me
Cause, I lyrically bust on the riddim
Fill the room with humidity
Stick it in a manner
The heaviest rhythm banging out
Doubling my money getting my
Hustle in Canning Town
Listen up Danny Brown
I been doing this thing skipped in
Then I come and lyrically assist 'em
(I had my dubs on the step)
I never stopped cause I sit in the booth
Flipping the truth
While you're running and chatting
Thinking you're realer than Screw
You ain't so why you act
Dummy, you think you bad, well that's funny
I'm tryna get Maybach money
I'm a Mac Miller, spitting A$AP Rocky
I had them dubs on the step
But, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
Remember when I was struggling
Fucked up on my knuckles
Tryna sell some dirt weed
Taxing off a ten speed money wasn't coming
For sure nigga I kept fronting
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
And I kept licking on that clit
'til she gave me that shit
I've been fucked up for so long
Swear to God I gotta get it
I put my back into it
Serving bags to them students
Tell 'em I got that fire on that
Porch right there by the Buick
I'm just tryna get my mind
Go worry nigga 'bout yours
Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four
Serving in them hallways
The courtrooms all day
Hoods kicked the door down
Now we in the Coney
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
It's the same old shit
Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up
It's killing me, niggas wanna get rid of me
Cause, I lyrically bust on the riddim
Fill the room with humidity
Stick it in a manner
The heaviest rhythm banging out
Doubling my money getting my
Hustle in Canning Town
Listen up Danny Brown
I been doing this thing skipped in
Then I come and lyrically assist 'em
(I had my dubs on the step)
I never stopped cause I sit in the booth
Flipping the truth
While you're running and chatting
Thinking you're realer than Screw
You ain't so why you act
Dummy, you think you bad, well that's funny
I'm tryna get Maybach money
I'm a Mac Miller, spitting A$AP Rocky
I had them dubs on the step