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tiny boost - daily duppy كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, street paper out now
ah, yeah

[verse]
we was into makin’ duppy’s before daily duppy
caught a couple rack checks, my family think i’m made of money
everybody changin’ on me
sh_t, don’t know how to feel
i’ll catch you lackin’ in your car, leave you snoozin’ on the wheel
can’t let ’em get away
you know the tings set away
and that .45 will sound like i pressed detonate
and i’m a g like warren, come round i regulate
got a brown skin bae, with straight back, blonde braids
lookin’ like beyoncé, when she made lemonade
and i been gеttin’ paid since [?] and lemon haze
lasеr on the flame, i strap it on with sellotape
i could get you after chicken, boy i don’t come with perinaise
i don’t look up to no krays, i’m from pecknizzynarm
most my n_ggas caught bodies with fl!ckies and firearms
i done lost soldiers too, so i can’t b_tch about it
all i know, i get the drop, i gots to be quick about it
big difference between those that really been about it
to them n_ggas that barely roll and just been around it
look, tell me how i’m sounding, if you don’t hear the streets in my voice, i’ll be real, i ain’t keepin’ it a thousand, yeah
trapped on the ends, and i did that outta town
and n_ggas only seen cunch when they was on a school outing
stash hammers in the couches, in some baby mothers houses
watch the jakes do a raid, and had to pray they never found it
look, all i got is stories from stove top
nightmares of starin’ through the window of a clothes shop
red tape tales, where the police closed the roads off
’cause what’s his name? didn’t look left and right and his opps blew his dome off
cold summers, hot winters, believe i survived them
life sentence on me, all courtesy of trident
but, i don’t wan’ speak about priors
‘cah lately i been grindin’, i been shinin’, i been settin’ sh_t on fire
let them n_ggas hate, while i watch the money pile
she just wanna f_ck me, ‘cah the real back in style
free my jail n_ggas, ‘cah i know they’re missin’ out
n_ggas fold when you take that sh_t to motherf_ckin’ trial, like thug ‘n ’em
they want my guy for drug crimes, i can’t lie he’s out runnin’ dem
and if they catch him, boy he’s lookin’ couple summers in
sweat box sufferin’
adz told me “i pray i never see a judge or gov’ again”
we ain’t in the spot unless we govern it
pyrex bowl with the [?] in it
my essence is the pain, so i’m still outside, with the biscuit and the oven mitts on so i’m firing that arm, then i’m gone
grett
[outro]
yeah, put the next one in

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