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  • 🎵 Unknown T - Daily Duppy (Lyrics)
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    📝 Unknown T - Daily Duppy Lyrics
    [Intro]
    (R14)
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    [Verse]
    Fresh out the cage for a slaughter
    Damn, I was stunned when the case got brought up
    It's just me and my bros like Warner
    Hold up, wait, let me take that corner
    Burst in whip and replace that quarter
    See how the weights transformer
    Back roads, TT and it's crisp like Walker
    Bag full of whoosh but who's the informer?
    Look, ding dong trips with t'ree-double-o's
    Don't slip 'cause we lurk in order
    There's PCD's with the Trident vests at my door but I ain't no talker
    The opps try come but the script got flipped and them boy wrote off, no author
    I see bare man dust when they saw that Corsa
    Splash, splash, better feed you water
    Opp block trip with a bally, my bro got knicked with a boarer, boarer
    Now he can't fly out or move round the border
    Cah he keep serving probation order
    Pass the ting over, the bread got watered
    Park the two blockies, now they got sorted
    Ugh, broski's taking the piss, how you taking a pic with a [?] daughter?
    [?] tried put me to test
    I hate when they ain't tryna dish out the evs
    Man sit on remand and stress
    Cah it ain't a game, it's life or death
    Fresh, fresh on the streets
    Man threw up the beef
    Any mash that I want, man gets
    The feds try knick me for what now?
    Hold up, that's not me like Skep
    Look man know I got a tiny temper
    Lemme cool off, baby girl don't stress
    I go STK then I call her
    Got two bills, she got two in her breast
    Hotel Raddison Blu, I'm bunning a zoot
    Gyal, come here and bill some zegs
    Listen, come with the chip gyal
    Give me the drop and the opper's address
    Roads too smokey, no salmon
    I was locked up, tryna work on my album
    But there's pagan boys in the jailhouse
    Way too much that I can't even count 'em
    A few opps in a wok, who found them? Us
    My Queen Counsel told me that the evs was dead, let's take it to trial then
    I done two times walking out of the Bailey
    Go stay low from the siren
    They see man run on the back roads
    Swinging my boar, it's force I'm applying
    Look, jailhouse ting
    Bro bros tryna lurk and he froze, let me go and grab my ting
    They done too much chat, had enough of the opps, bare reboars hyping
    Besides them, CPS and Tridents move like rap is the cause of violence
    Deja vu, I bust all indictments
    No more jail cah my freedom's priceless
    CID still onto the 9ers
    I'm in the jailhouse swinging my arms
    Got beef in the marsh, lurky with the lifers, ugh
    Big drip, call that "Chanaynay"
    Watch me go whip that O, no silent
    Oh, see one of the jurors sleeping in court
    Then I'm giving the usher a silent note
    CPS, they know that the verse weren't right
    In the court with the Trident, don't
    I've been lit before they paid me
    [?] drive by in the ride with smoke (Ugh)
    Breeze out the car, there's an opp in the 9
    It's us, lurking through in a dinger
    I put two plus two in a spinner
    Buss, if not then we lurk with a chinger
    Poke or shave him smoothly with a clipper
    He can hold one too cah he been on the fence and he's way too inner, inner, inner
    Brozay's losing the plot in the hood, feels like I'm living in Black Mirror
    Ghost, ghost, move like Big Tipper
    We serve food in our capital
    TT coming in hood and extra like Yinka
    There's OT flakes in a bake
    Watch it marinate rocks and we chop that dinner
    My little brozay's tryna move with an Uz'
    Cah there's bare bloodstains when he bust that trigger
    Airborne blood all over the dinger
    Whoosh, first in the pool like Liver
    Pull up then gun anyone that's similar
    A yout got hella ching stripes, no Tigger
    Now we got bare red juice like Bigga
    Free my cody then fly up COT then chop up the shape like Triller
    Tik Tok, gun man stance in the function
    Wind up your waist with my hand on my trigger (Ugh)
    Rotate and flip like my flick knife babe
    Honey, shake those hips (Ugh)
    I can't get lidge rips cah the firearms, jakes interrupt man's trips (Ugh)
    Real check, no [?], that's back to the compound thanks to the pigs
    I'm the best at my age, no fibs, who can flow like this?
    Fuck off
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