paroles de chanson Daily Duppy, Pt. 1 (feat. GRM Daily) - Dappy , GRM Daily

(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