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letra de tunde daily duppy - tunde

[verse]
i’ve got trappers in the field juggin’ with the metal
i’ve got brothers in the system cooking in the kettle
couple friends doing well, big boogers in the bezel
couple friends doing bad, quick to sting you like a nettle
rolling with a weapon, i ain’t got time for gym
half the team’s locked up, got me screaming “f-ck the bin”
used to play football then the streets fully sucked me in
tryna balance trapping and sports like above the rim
i’ve brought channels back to life, ask p110
and i can resurrect your line, i got fiends for your phone
i ain’t a shooter, i’m a shotter, still got sweets for the chrome
known to make chips, i can put p’s on your dome
had power from young like goku
shots bell back, “food’s 10/10”, n0bu
fans think i got it nice but don’t know what i go through
everyone’s a rapper now, spitting what they don’t do
sat in bando’s bored as f-ck, plottin’ on these millies
perc’ tens to the face, got me poppin’ all these pillies
big buds in the grow, lookin’ like some purple lillies
throw it in riz or wood, we ain’t smoking on them phillys
making plays like a nba all-star
eatin’ fillet steaks on hot plates with a p-rnstar
ain’t talking ’bout a b-tch, talking ’bout a c-cktail
my older took the gun charge so me and cairo got bail
i’m worldwide chasing guap, you’re in the ends chasing clout
cali to vegas, back and forth, got my spots breaking out
my pounds were getting stuck so i made the packs, changed the route
i buy my boxes in the [?] i could never see a drought
haters mad at me like i got this sh-t on a plate
did you forget when i was bummy up on nell lane estate?
street robs on pedal bike, me and shaq moving bait
punting two for benz, stackin’ up my dough for some weight
i’m with my cuban plug eating cuban grub
tryna bounce back from these l’s, not in the mood to club
hand me down days, lookin’ for some shoes to scrub
i could never go back, why do you think i choose to jugg?
wapped up on the supers going full throttle
two seat ding dongs, i could make the coupe wobble
flew more white bird in stones then a grey goose bottle
cocaine bricks, ain’t talking ’bout a cute model
just whipped it, told the shot “keep the same prof”
before i bounce, wipe the pot and scales with the pink cloth
we’ve done everything in the book you can think of
remember l!cking thirty bands with bulla, jidz and big bruv
hitting stains everyday, call us the l!ck gang
took a chase with lil’ akhi, put me on a quick one
started thinking out the box, come up with a sick plan
i was selling stones, making more than a brick man (brick man)

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