Correction Lyrics Daily Duppy (5 Million Subs Special) by Potter Payper

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That's Chucks
5ive Music

I'm in the hood you can't go with my chain and my watch on
I'm not the sort of man you really wanna give a drop on
You tryna get a Duppy like every beat I hop on
I'm the sort of G feds try and put a lock on
I bought a couple Glocks, but I weren't tryna put the block on
One man make him curl up, like a croissant
I knew what it was I just had to play possum
Amiri ripped jeans, but they're tailored at the bottom
Since I come home, I've got money spendin' problems
My biggest problem's still tryna fix people's problems
And now it feels like I've got never-еndin' options
We manifest thesе millions and failures out the question
She don't want my money, all she want is my affection
I won't let her love me, she can barely get attention
She gone take this bag, and she ain't worried bout the contents
But let me give this sh*t some context
See, I'm a 90's baby, from a council home
I was raised by granny, God bless her soul
And my dad came from Africa with dreams of gold
I know the first thing he probably said is "London's cold"
And my mothers been a G, and we don't speak in code
I've been out here so long, I've seen the streets evolve
I'm makin' million pound plays, I came from grease in bowls
They make me cringe when they act like they been involved
He gon' make the boogey man come and steal his soul
I'm a Great White Shark, I'll eat him whole
I'm the hood manager, whole squad on go
And I've even got a striker that I leave in goal
In my comments on the gram it's just "GOAT-GOAT-GOAT"
She in love with who I am, she give me throat-throat-throat
How you hate me just for winnin'? We was both so close
Every single time I hit it, she like "Don't go ghost"
I'm on the A-4-O in this SVR
And we're p*ssed if feds intercept this car
I got bruddas that'll decamp, tek the charge
I put my trust in my gun and leave the rest to God
Oh, set the bar, I am the bar
You don't get the bar, don't sweat the bar
She got a face like Saweetie, but the rest Minaj
She gets me socks and boxers in a extra large (She a real one)
I'm with some G's in your city
No jewels, but we still got tools
Anybody movin' funny, I ain't making no calls
I know everybody round me leaves marrow on walls
'Round here, we got work like Horses and Fools
I got young boys who really make bad-man pause
Everybody knows I used to sleep on floors
Now, I got gyal waiting on all fours
You already know she gonna do me like chores
Real back in style (Trust me)
You feel me (But that—)

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