ฟังเพลงDuppy (Explicit)

Duppy (Explicit) - Unknown T/GRM Daily

Lyrics by：R14/Jester/James Maddocks/AyeTM/Unknown T

Composed by：R14/Jester/James Maddocks/AyeTM/Unknown T

Produced by：R14/Jester/James Maddocks/AyeTM

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Listen

It's like murder ****** up my name

And money listen

Last year's pack made industry

Mutuals move bare funny

**** it I might as well bill up a duppy

Point blank ting got my shooters like Sully

I made four guys hop out the ding-dong

Bare grown men turn into Bugs Bunny

Them niggas run back in a hurry yo

Bumper ting bruck off and give me some honey

Can't grip broad EastEnder chicks 3

The twins like Ronny and Roxie

Run from the bill for the light and the Bobbie

Slugs in the cat house slam-em out properly

Don't care how you feel if you're on me

If there's no more waps

Then bring out the dottys

We make man lay with the poppies

Yuck that paigon block can't defend our fouls

Even the SOS know 'bout the badness in the jailhouse

We're all on obbo but still slap a shell unannounced

Blaow lean man pronounce

My shooter runs with a smile like Leão listen

Let my dread head grip moves like Camavinga from Real

The opps try and bang on me look at me now

I know how to fling that kite back round

You can call us Filthy Fellas

Cah true say the opps gotta agree by now

Our block still winnin' awards like Federer

There ain't no back and forthin like Nadal

The opp boys bored

'Cause they move stupid on the net

Like Mizzy it's all for the clout

It's all for the clout

Enough of the beef

Let's talk about buj *****

Stamp the beat

If you're tryna be hood rich

If you're thirty hop off the hood shit

Jump off the pitch if your name ain't Modrić

Any time gang have to step out parties

Our gun man guards Listen

The man keep missin' their open chance

We're certified gunners like Ødegaard

The other mazeen made a man of Islam

Scream oh Lord

It's bad luck if you see us poppin' them cars

The G9's like my chain it's always on blast

Remind man who's in the past

My blocks like a iPhone fully on charge

Leveled up since the label lit my advance

Booked top floor in the Shangri-La

Now she wanna bust it open in the bath

The floor's marble come and arch

If you hold the machine

We can go Libertine or tape and bra

The mandem pattern the guards

Man put the scorpion in the dance

I know this thick brown ting wanna pop Perignon

Should I give her a chance

Grrt we made it rain who got the last laugh

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