Digga D - Daily Duppy lyrics
[Digga D - Daily Duppy lyrics]
Ace Beats ace Beats
Yo, look
Fresh home, still using a kettle to whip
This fish ain't nothin' like tuna
Would've been more than meddling
Kids if Kruger taught me to whip up sooner
I don't trap with melanin kids
The rumour is Digga D is a groomer
I just mixed two five two with sixty
The boy Adz just ran for a tuna
And that's actually factual
Pyrex filled with oil, in jail
Mixed that with mackerel
In Feltham using foil, in big man jail
Man broke my capsule
ZK shoulda been at school
He left that place when cats called
Why? We all sold, drugs it's natural
Jheeze, I just got released
No more selling bariis
Or hearing the govs with keys
And now I can rest in peace (yeah, yeah)
Just like my paigons
It's haram for us to eat pork
But it ain't haram for them to get bacon
Don't get cooked or shaven
Been in the field like Niko Bellic
Real yard man like Jacob (Mm-mm)
Don't get chopped like Franklin's dog cah
Your soul might just get taken
Not green but Grove, my opps are broke
They ain't ballers, it's blatant
We got a CJ from Grove as well
But we ain't in San Andreas (Free him up)
Jojo got an L plate
He ain't even got his provisional license
(yeah) watch me whip this skeng and his
Head back jerk pin drop
That's nothing but silence
Five guys step on violence, GBK get bun
No Byrons
My young boys do what I say, I'm Simon
Charged up and vibrant
We ain't sharing a drink when I let that sky
Watch his head back tilt
They had my man cold outside
Had to cover that kid in a quilt
She lined me and her juice got
Spilt, I lost no sleep
I don't feel no guilt
Ah shit, she need some milk
Case dismissed before it got built
I got a dotty off one of my EastEnders
But the son of a gun's not Nick
The queen that I want ain't Vick but I
Still make that on the square like Mick
My little shooter's in his prime time
If I send him now, tV at six
(Check the news)
Like, how's he got so much talk on the 'net?
Like he ain't been touched with a flicks
Old school days never had me a Rollie
I bought that aqua fresh (yeah, yeah)
I told her (I told her) "I want Oral B"
Now she's all on me and she's making a mess
She said that it's big for
A slender, easy, I'm tender, don't undress
Ejaculate in her mouth or pull
Out, ejaculate on her breast, yes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue hONEYWOODSIX
Look, yo, blue woo, blue woo
About ten for a show, come correct
Show respect, forty for a
Feature, I'm the hardest
What did you expect? (Yo, pay that)
I had hitters on the wing but
I still made a ching
Fuck my future, didn't think
I just cheffed his neck (I got payback)
Spent forty on my car too
Would've spent more if my insurance
Let me pass through
The other day, I was looking at a Lambo truck
In the showroom, with my rambo tucked
Shar said cut my hair and go
Back to the fuckboy trim (Nope)
Far from a fuckboy, you know I bust my spin
(Dun' know)
I take L's in the field but I got more wins
(Yup) shot a tape for half a milly
And I bought more tings (yeah, yeah)
This rap shit bringin' more bit shots (More)
Banging Buju banton, two bricks copped
(Both of them)
Before rap, it was fawners and corners
Some used a phone box so I answered
No callers
Mum's life, let my gun rise, I get busy
So much guns, I had to share some with killy
(Kind) ask them, so much guns
Man run out places to park skengs
Two peb phones
Man's renting them a rack a week each
Only 'cause they keep interrupting my sleep
And, bro, I want my little brothers to eat
But yo, I ain't givin' them a handout
When I needed a hand in
Who brought bands out? (Who?)
There we go, you hear me, bro
I named a 44 long merry-go rounds
Only one will turn your head into a cheerio
Right wrist, twenty, left like sixty
Basically seventy
And I don't like girls my age
Unless it's Maya or Tennessee
The rest in the UK just look dead to me
So I fly the foreigns in (Yup)
Smashed same day
I forgot they had to quarantine
And I got shooters on my team (Yup)
Bait guys
Left five shell casings on the scene
(Woi, woi, woi, woi)
You ain't never had to watch 45Hickok (Yup)
Had me feelin' like a nigga got ripped off
(Nope) but I was using wrong shells
I was buzzin' cah I never had the
Name at the side of the somethin'
I grew up listening to Cowboy and BP
(Killy niggas)
Then it turned to Little Reese and Chief Keef
(Chicago)
Fourteen, really in the streets, knees deep
Puttin' four bills down and
That was each week (yeah, trappy wit' it)
My opps gettin' chatty wit' it
I'm just gettin' slappy wit' it
Na na na na, na na na na, nah
I'm gettin' Dappy wit' it
Yo, look
Fresh home, still using a kettle to whip
This fish ain't nothin' like tuna
Would've been more than meddling
Kids if Kruger taught me to whip up sooner
I don't trap with melanin kids
The rumour is Digga D is a groomer
I just mixed two five two with sixty
The boy Adz just ran for a tuna
And that's actually factual
Pyrex filled with oil, in jail
Mixed that with mackerel
In Feltham using foil, in big man jail
Man broke my capsule
ZK shoulda been at school
He left that place when cats called
Why? We all sold, drugs it's natural
Jheeze, I just got released
No more selling bariis
Or hearing the govs with keys
And now I can rest in peace (yeah, yeah)
Just like my paigons
It's haram for us to eat pork
But it ain't haram for them to get bacon
Don't get cooked or shaven
Been in the field like Niko Bellic
Real yard man like Jacob (Mm-mm)
Don't get chopped like Franklin's dog cah
Your soul might just get taken
Not green but Grove, my opps are broke
They ain't ballers, it's blatant
We got a CJ from Grove as well
But we ain't in San Andreas (Free him up)
Jojo got an L plate
He ain't even got his provisional license
(yeah) watch me whip this skeng and his
Head back jerk pin drop
That's nothing but silence
Five guys step on violence, GBK get bun
No Byrons
My young boys do what I say, I'm Simon
Charged up and vibrant
We ain't sharing a drink when I let that sky
Watch his head back tilt
They had my man cold outside
Had to cover that kid in a quilt
She lined me and her juice got
Spilt, I lost no sleep
I don't feel no guilt
Ah shit, she need some milk
Case dismissed before it got built
I got a dotty off one of my EastEnders
But the son of a gun's not Nick
The queen that I want ain't Vick but I
Still make that on the square like Mick
My little shooter's in his prime time
If I send him now, tV at six
(Check the news)
Like, how's he got so much talk on the 'net?
Like he ain't been touched with a flicks
Old school days never had me a Rollie
I bought that aqua fresh (yeah, yeah)
I told her (I told her) "I want Oral B"
Now she's all on me and she's making a mess
She said that it's big for
A slender, easy, I'm tender, don't undress
Ejaculate in her mouth or pull
Out, ejaculate on her breast, yes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue hONEYWOODSIX
Look, yo, blue woo, blue woo
About ten for a show, come correct
Show respect, forty for a
Feature, I'm the hardest
What did you expect? (Yo, pay that)
I had hitters on the wing but
I still made a ching
Fuck my future, didn't think
I just cheffed his neck (I got payback)
Spent forty on my car too
Would've spent more if my insurance
Let me pass through
The other day, I was looking at a Lambo truck
In the showroom, with my rambo tucked
Shar said cut my hair and go
Back to the fuckboy trim (Nope)
Far from a fuckboy, you know I bust my spin
(Dun' know)
I take L's in the field but I got more wins
(Yup) shot a tape for half a milly
And I bought more tings (yeah, yeah)
This rap shit bringin' more bit shots (More)
Banging Buju banton, two bricks copped
(Both of them)
Before rap, it was fawners and corners
Some used a phone box so I answered
No callers
Mum's life, let my gun rise, I get busy
So much guns, I had to share some with killy
(Kind) ask them, so much guns
Man run out places to park skengs
Two peb phones
Man's renting them a rack a week each
Only 'cause they keep interrupting my sleep
And, bro, I want my little brothers to eat
But yo, I ain't givin' them a handout
When I needed a hand in
Who brought bands out? (Who?)
There we go, you hear me, bro
I named a 44 long merry-go rounds
Only one will turn your head into a cheerio
Right wrist, twenty, left like sixty
Basically seventy
And I don't like girls my age
Unless it's Maya or Tennessee
The rest in the UK just look dead to me
So I fly the foreigns in (Yup)
Smashed same day
I forgot they had to quarantine
And I got shooters on my team (Yup)
Bait guys
Left five shell casings on the scene
(Woi, woi, woi, woi)
You ain't never had to watch 45Hickok (Yup)
Had me feelin' like a nigga got ripped off
(Nope) but I was using wrong shells
I was buzzin' cah I never had the
Name at the side of the somethin'
I grew up listening to Cowboy and BP
(Killy niggas)
Then it turned to Little Reese and Chief Keef
(Chicago)
Fourteen, really in the streets, knees deep
Puttin' four bills down and
That was each week (yeah, trappy wit' it)
My opps gettin' chatty wit' it
I'm just gettin' slappy wit' it
Na na na na, na na na na, nah
I'm gettin' Dappy wit' it