Yungen – Daily Duppy (Goat Talk) Lyrics

Yungen Daily Duppy Lyrics (feat. GRM Daily), Yungen Daily Duppy (Goat Talk) Lyrics

Yah
(Daily P on busy bunny)

Look
They always like to play it down but I’m lit though
They close doors at my face I always win though
When they come around GOAT say rat-a-tip toe
An I’on flag colors but I blow a crypto

Made a bit of coin, temple run into the bank
Always get redemption I’m sure where Shank
My boy ain’t from the States but chain he last yanks
He will light up a room at eight, he Frankie Lamp’

Some of brother insecure, all wonder where the chick stand
I’m laughing Fabinho in a dm, I’m really detained
If this thing is life’s a game you need to quit playing
My dog ain’t never done a trade by his brick lane

Mixtaping and I was really tryna make pounds
Cars trapping but not has Blane Brown
I’ma decade and I’ve seen the game change round
I’ve seen my lost at ten months and break down

I’m rapping with a purpose, this rap games is a circus
Your favorite rapper comes around the dogs and get nervous
Shame never what it seems on the surface
Before I saw a beach, I saw bundles and bunners

Get rich or die trying on my curtis
If you see me in bus I’m just naughty, yours purchase
Big whips two quicks for a service
When you got this kinda drive, dreams real go to furthest

I’ma soft London legend check the number I been reckon
Calm any setting, come a dog real stepping
I might forgive I’m not forgetting
When eating in a kings meal they wanna be your bredrin

All I need is a Royce and I’m costing
Sunday I got shawty over roaster
Ever told who I turned down you say I’m boasting
Influencers in my bed lingerie promoting

I can’t allow, I miss the days weren’t about clout
Everyone’s the real deal today I found out
Hand on I’m not the one to count out
I’ve been grounded from the days I weren’t allowed out

I made mistakes, I know money can never make right
I have you up I have to take flight from day-night
‘Time I was in my level my nigga stay fly
My street growing pains ain’t reach the same height

I bought A class and a B class
And a C class and eight class
I got a S class but I’m on G class
I’m different class on Mercedes, I need a free pass

Why they still wanna play with me?
My name is in voices before they’ll pay me
I just ask my pops to pray for me
I toured the map from what I can do is A to Zee (I can do is A to Zee)

(Daily P on busy bunny)

Yah
Lemme be clear, don’t compare me to any rapper
That they start their career, I been here for ten years
I’m never on this lists to be honest it’s weird
But I’on ever cry ’bout it, lemme show you top tier

I’m breaking with a GOAT ever since they let a lad in, I been
Real get naughty ten years full of post
Bro still on road keep thinking this things a joke
Sending pull-way you hang man, have you on a ropes?

K knows I do my ting that’s a tough boy
Criminals four cars up what a convoy
Pull up with a tomboy
Real tour blood I was the one in the motherfucking Rover in your Blockboy

Ayy, man I’ve done my hours
Yarn rose from a mud and I want my flowers
I ain’t tryna get conspiracy lining up coward
But I still got 5G posted by the tower

Under real deal this ain’t no Instagram higher
Brother I really sold mills and bars I still tire
Big Drippa Yungs comes hot when the night come out we doing alright back shower in a flight
Plain Jane yachty got ’em, all in my boat bill sinking’ ’em off but don’t worry I’ll cope

I can’t be mad at them man for doing what I won’t
Every boss speaks of wheel got as facts who I spoke
I’ve seen man boot and cut this ain’t fashion
I wouldn’t suit a case but my dog with me packing

Hustle to be a millionaire if I weren’t rapping
More atomic goes over your head, the man captain
It’s new era, oh, them old guys are real bitter
Forget the clout, bro, you’re looking at a real spitter

May mans doubting and my dog are real driller
Evil baker is Tommy I bet you Hilfiger
Who’s iller? My F64 rock the nation
Ten years later I’m still Jigga

Taking gear at Novi’ for real dinner
They say that you diss me to hurt to feel bigger
I never wanted Brit, never wanted Mobo
Everytime I bag goals you always move the goal post

I been there in shows for Wembley to the gold coast
Lost in Abu dhabi but I’on like to show boat
Lost my big bro for my head hurt
Caught the new toast ’cause I know I get bread works

Hustling expert
She don’t care about my real name
She’s just saw google for my network
Street lights raised from it, the hood does made from it
Find yourself a hobby get paid from it

I didn’t save from it
This shoes cost me £800 bills but I still bought a socks got days on it
Herne hills legend I’m like Jordan in Armsfield
Chris Gayle snoop around me like I’m Moore on Stanfield

I’ma big age I’on care whose gangs rules
I’m just tryna buy yours I’on care if you bang still
14 and I got net the I got bail, I knew I could not fail
I made it to the charts but not jail

Cc on me I’ma Hotmail
Make x-ray shoot but I got it white mama cook sause still
So let me be clear don’t compare me to any rapper
That they started their career I’ve been here for ten years
I’m never on this lists to be honest it’s weird
But I’on ever cry ’bout it, I just show you top tier

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