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letra de daily duppy (2022) - youngs teflon

[part i]

[verse]
i was nineteen selling white girl, have you seen her?
i never got my plug from the cleaners
had the mac in the dance doing ‘hey macarena’
we sending shots back like serena
now we all shining like a tennis bracelet
gun markers on the truck, i guess i need a sp-ceship
couple fans still asking when i’m gonna blow
but if you know where i’m from, i already made it
before a million views i was already famous
already done it couple timеs, i was already dangerous
rappers always tryna hit my old links
bеfore them gyal switched up, they was already naked
invite us out, better know that we’re coming heavy
cause we can have a good time but we fun and deadly
straight trauma anytime i hear the sirens
cause feds chased us through the flats like tom and jerry
i used to hug corn and selling nesquik and nestle
i hustle like lesley and wesley
had to remind my babes, i was a gangster when you met me
always getting bagged, they call me tetley
fifty young rebels, they gon’ die is what i tell ’em
if they don’t get some sense inside their melons
and nuttin i ain’t did i wouldn’t send ’em
so anytime i bell ’em, fibre glass matic in their denim
3am, i’m spitting out the venom
vamping in the studio, ain’t gonna see my bed till bout eleven
weekend, i party with my brethren
gotta walk the darg to the club then walk my darg when i get in
see me with the tugs, you know it’s settings
used to keep the mini eight mil in the bookies when we betting
now we doing stocks and doing lettings
still around the white girl, the type you wanna put inside some leggings
he committed treason, we behead him
they gon’ wear some t-shirts but give it couple years, they’ll forget him
that’s why i never sleep when i’m threatened
i creep up with this corn, you was sleeping on your beef like it’s bedding
[part ii]

[verse]
i was twisting up a stogey, listening to moby
we might have been in class together, brother you don’t know me
twenty bells for this fours, i slam it like kobe
know legendary robbers, they be wrapping like roti
four bill a week out in cunch, that’s the broke me
and just to leave my yard, a few quid you gotta quote me
before i caught the covi, more grub than novi
bagging up them rocks, i’m a star like bon jovi
pray for the get-back, they came back holey
whilst i was in my cell, you know whipping up some coley
i’m odin’s son, big hammer i’ve been taunting
i’ll jump out the green and cut a n-gga like loki
told me she was driving when she left, she was soaky
i put it in her gut and had her dancing like soapy
sabrina or sophie, roch-lle or it’s rosie
i bring ’em to the quarters, then they’re just another trophy
just another itch on my back i had to scratch off
said i wouldn’t hit so when i did i had to dash off
how you chatting mess and you ain’t tryna let your mash off?
me, i don’t need an accident to make a n-gga crash off
it’s tales from the trench, these nails for the fence
first name on the sheet but i was raised by the bench
i was flirting with the streets, fell in love with the stench
i spent my weekends selling doja out in cench
cah i’m a fast learner, slow drinker, slow burner
the n-ggas from my borough caught the most murders
most tec’s i ever seen and the most burgers
you bring a phone on this ride, we can’t roll further
i never ran without a skully
you’re running up your mouth but you’re running outta money
they run up in your house, they gon’ run out with the tummy
sh-t i mean the belly, shotty pebbles have you runny
she just come and go but i love it when she cumming
put it in her stomach, like the tap i had her running
put eleven strikers on the pitch and have ’em gunning
put eleven matches in this box, the fire coming
put me on the aux, got them rappers feeling awks
turn a man a corpse, have him running out the scorps
you ain’t got a pattern in your life, that’s what i thought
and all that fly sh-t up in the stores, that’s what i bought

- youngs teflon

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