DUPPY (feat. SSJ Daki)
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π Lyrics
Bitch I'm feelin' gorgeous
I pick up a mic and think about how I'ma' scorch it
I been such a player 'round these bitches like a Mormon
I stack up a bag and take it right back to the Morgan
Bitch I'm smart 'bout cash and stacking hills up like I'm Lauryn
No chasin' on these bitches but a tranny in yo' Wrapped
I go talk 'bout an Empire then all these women hit the mat
I get them colored diamonds all embedded in my skeleton
It's irrelevant but get ahead of it, try and feed a flow a fuckin' sedative
Cuz I'm a reverend and I won't ever end
Read the check amount and shit'll never end
I been good with the chops, so do not be shocked if I cut you out, I sever ends real easy
Lookin' down at em all and I'm queezy
Em and P!NK, really feel like they need me
If he wacc turn him off like a TV
They not like us no they move for the freeski
I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy
I been really Braggadocious, I can't really stop myself
They want me to pose in public, I just want to stock a shelf
I ain't never had a job and rap about to take its place
So if you question if I care about this shit I'm aiming face
Trade his place
Fucking doppelgΓ€nger then I lay to waste
Aim and pray, spraying like an optimist, I make a way
I spin on him like 10 times like I'm in a phone booth
You was calling on my name and now my weapon callin' home, you
Think I need to stone you
Tie 'em up and take 'em to river like a camp trip
You would think that I'm a dirty cop the way this cam slip
Y'all just mad my shit'll last forever like some canned shit
I can't bitch, I ran shit you- ugh.
It's the dirtiest to ever do it
Dumb luck rappers think they up, you gon' have to prove it
Drop the hand of God on niggas, got the mountains movin'
Tell me how you'd think you'd be an opp, nah you fuckin' stupid
Yea bitch I'm goin' where and do the fuck I want
Middle fingers in the air, in bold and every type of font
I'm sayin fuck a cop
(Stop)
Scratch, fuck a law
Wait bitch, I'm the cut with Slaughter
Step, you'd rather not (naut)
Insidious, flow too hideous
Fuckin' with an angel but I'm worse than sin city is
I heard your work, It's the shittiest
Wack niggas hoggin' up the mic, tell 'em gimmie this
I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy
And now I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
And I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy
I pick up a mic and think about how I'ma' scorch it
I been such a player 'round these bitches like a Mormon
I stack up a bag and take it right back to the Morgan
Bitch I'm smart 'bout cash and stacking hills up like I'm Lauryn
No chasin' on these bitches but a tranny in yo' Wrapped
I go talk 'bout an Empire then all these women hit the mat
I get them colored diamonds all embedded in my skeleton
It's irrelevant but get ahead of it, try and feed a flow a fuckin' sedative
Cuz I'm a reverend and I won't ever end
Read the check amount and shit'll never end
I been good with the chops, so do not be shocked if I cut you out, I sever ends real easy
Lookin' down at em all and I'm queezy
Em and P!NK, really feel like they need me
If he wacc turn him off like a TV
They not like us no they move for the freeski
I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy
I been really Braggadocious, I can't really stop myself
They want me to pose in public, I just want to stock a shelf
I ain't never had a job and rap about to take its place
So if you question if I care about this shit I'm aiming face
Trade his place
Fucking doppelgΓ€nger then I lay to waste
Aim and pray, spraying like an optimist, I make a way
I spin on him like 10 times like I'm in a phone booth
You was calling on my name and now my weapon callin' home, you
Think I need to stone you
Tie 'em up and take 'em to river like a camp trip
You would think that I'm a dirty cop the way this cam slip
Y'all just mad my shit'll last forever like some canned shit
I can't bitch, I ran shit you- ugh.
It's the dirtiest to ever do it
Dumb luck rappers think they up, you gon' have to prove it
Drop the hand of God on niggas, got the mountains movin'
Tell me how you'd think you'd be an opp, nah you fuckin' stupid
Yea bitch I'm goin' where and do the fuck I want
Middle fingers in the air, in bold and every type of font
I'm sayin fuck a cop
(Stop)
Scratch, fuck a law
Wait bitch, I'm the cut with Slaughter
Step, you'd rather not (naut)
Insidious, flow too hideous
Fuckin' with an angel but I'm worse than sin city is
I heard your work, It's the shittiest
Wack niggas hoggin' up the mic, tell 'em gimmie this
I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy
And now I know lot of people like to roll so funny
Bitch I pull up in a Phantom call the Rolls Royce Duppy
And I been movin' straight rock dog, stone-cold puppy
But I ghost hoes then whip this fuckin Rolls Royce Duppy