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letra de daily duppy - ab hammerville

[intro]
(hammerville)
(x10)
ay, welcome to hammerville the mixtape out right now
go get that

[verse]
i gotta bang my ting, or slap on the wrist
straight back to the wing, bare of that them put in a box (duh)
tell them boy, “don’t lack it’s a myth”
thirty quid gotta spend it on sticks (cash), i let the young ones run with the bl!cks
i only step out if the paigons name brand, or it’s no point like slapping a civ (no point)
baitest face, i’m known to the opps
not cause of rap, it’s cause of my shifts (duh)
wanna know why —- jumped off, not cause of my wap it’s cause of my fl!cks
when i was in jail didn’t feel no love, but now that i’m back i feel so missed
probation looking at me like “how the f-ck do you afford that sh-t on your wrist?” (how)
all of my paigons bruck, picture me in the srt with a shank on me i don’t givе no f-ck
other day i stepped out of thе wok, bought a brand new watch costs thirty plus (cash)
how the f-ck can i look so clean when i get hands on with dirty stuff
my uzi gun let’s thirty bust
so mind how you chat on my name, cah anytime somethin gets touched
it’s only us that’s getting the blame (us)
i don’t know if they’re getting the game (i don’t know)
cah dookie’s stuck in the mud, and he can’t escape it’s way too late
i f-cked one b-tch from the bbc, i can’t say that name it’s way too bait (who’d you reckon)
in the trap with a load of flizz, i was gone when the morning came (gone)
i done learnt that sh-t from bis, said, “don’t be about for the morning raid”
i got my fl!ck all stuck in a brick, and i felt like arthur pulling my blade
your not known for pulling a trigger, you was just sitting there pulling your face
me i might slide with a lil uzi, and catch me a body-ody-yah
dressed to k!ll, i got the drip on blast
i’m matching the mac with the off-white cargs
top floor apart, just me and some jawns, you’re having it hard so you stay with your marj
i make probation think i’m a nerd, acting soft, what a facade
for the streets let me keep it crystal, these .9mm lugers
i been shoving that sh-t in my pistol, i all got on me in this uber
they gotta be shark like me in a fishbowl
swear nothing in life is promised, apart from if you try touch my wrist though
people are dead if they’re taking the risk though
i bring it anywhere just incase, us man rich and them man ain’t
l-o-l, i’m f-cking dead, just like when shh, got hit in his face
ever since i stepped into the dance, these b-tches tryna get lit in this place
it’s dark man’s letting it rass, which victims tryna get lit in this place
i ain’t tryna disturb all the barbie’s, jiggling ass with the littlest waist
but i’m feeling like bonding a martin, hopping out clarting n-ggas and —-
i don’t care if my songs are charting, all the sales that i made of flake
i made it beat and i made this beat, and they both go side by side with the tape

- ab hammerville

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