Testo Daily Duppy - J Styles
Testo della canzone Daily Duppy (J Styles), tratta dall'album Daily Duppy
Yeah, Ice City
J Styles, Daily Duppy
You know, 5ive
Look, it's like paradise gazing in my daughters eyes
Gorgeous so everything I bought her's nice
Before she was born it's been lonely nights
Done years in the pen like it's only time
Feltham days used to have some sticky visits
Same time, tryna hit a pass all in 60 minutes
Hurts lots, it's just a nigga with some workshops
Put me in pen, education and workshops
Mummy said it's never a failure always a lesson
No stressing, bet it back progression
The world is not enough, no resting
Need ice, had a golden eye, since that 007
Now it's 0-18 still ain't quit shotting
Fabrics I'm in Wooly like Fix Dot 'em
Can't get this texture anywhere this next cotton
Bitch thought I was wearing J's these some red bottoms
But you should see the back on this cocked one
Styles, I done undress more gyal than Gok Wan
But fuck sex I run the gaff up if she lets me
Feet up comfy like nanny settee
Two litre on a mission with my G's
Press it like Fast & Furious, missing off the scene
I'm passionate about paper you see that I'm keen
Don't take much, all you need's a vision & a dream
Bro said he need sweets for the magazine
Won't cause a tragic scene, bloody like Halloween
Big drip you ain't wet it's like damp to me
Them hoes can't spend the night they gotta bounce, trampoline
Don't use them scales it's not to bag up weed
The shit I weigh up same colour as Salad Cream
They say I put on weight, but I was getting rid of calories
Just ask Keyz, it flew like allergies
Chatting to my bro behind some car tints
My niggas in the charts the other day he made some cars spin
Bape shorts with the shark prints
Discovered these animals in Harrods, Charles Darwin
Niggas blammed up the ride shot hit my mate
Not even Matt Hardy could picture that twist of fate
Got my nig behind some prison gates
If heavens got a hood, Zino & Styles probably in the rave
Cah we way realer, gyal love when I drop, give them that hay fever
Gold J deeper, this broom right here, called bae sweeper
W-A-V, shorty ask me what's wrong, I need eight keys
I like straight grease, and I model off of Page 3
I said speed you know what I'm on
Seven hundred and five pound for the Icon
But if I couldn't cop three I wouldn't buy one
I only put design on, it's funny I used to sign on
Funny how I used to wait in line
Now my line waits while I put weight in lines
Need like the whole planet calling
Picture me handing out tickets like traffic wardens
But I don't care if you're a stocky guy
Still get black eye like Rocky eye
I'm a cocky guy
Gave banana to my toffee ting now all she crave's banoffee pie
With her fluffy thighs
Get on top but caution it's a rocky ride, when I slot inside
Daily Duppy kill it from the start to the end
Type to make you press restart at the end
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer(s), Sadiki Adisa Forbes
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