Stefflon Don – Daily Duppy (Dem Dead) Lyrics

Daily Duppy (Dem Dead) Lyrics by Stefflon Don

EMX got another one

Walk and sell for them pu$$y in the traphouse
How dem a queen and a beg for your one ounce
Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out
Anyway, you ain’t nobody fi we talk ’bout
AP wrist on sink and it flood out
Rich n***** step when they know that I’m in South
Sending for me? Tell a clown, she fi sit down
Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Gyal get kweff when the Don get mad out
Bomb dem ah drop like inna Baghdad
Send fi di skeng, know dem ah look sad
Black van, black backpack, brap, brap, brap
Walk and live, talk and get murder
Dis badness and it nuttin wa yah heard ah
Bullet ah connect like the WiFi server
Dis is not what ya madda go church fo
Dis is not what ya madda go church fo
Hombre you fi humble yaself
Why pree, why pree, why pree badness?
You’re a good yute, you should go be a actress

Or get a BAFTA
All of you breddas are just actors
The bible says don’t ever try play yourself
B!tch, that’s bad for your health
Okay, Don dodda
Dressed inna black like mi’s a bank robber
Crab up fire affi bun like grabba
Macho full ah badness, toppa-toppa
Mandem inna grey suit, grey joggers
S3xy

Put the coke back into the Pepsi
Unforgettable, n***** can’t forget me
All of my exes they wan’ s3x me

Walk and sell for them pu$$y in the traphouse
How dem a queen and a beg for your one ounce
Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out
Anyway, you ain’t nobody fi we talk ’bout
AP wrist on sink and it flood out
Rich n***** step when they know that I’m in South
Sending for me? Tell a clown, she fi sit down
Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Circle the ends, bring the tings out
Would’ve f–ked your friend, but we heard he got a big mouth
Circle the ends, bring the tings out
Would’ve f–ked your friend, but we heard he got a big mouth
Cir-circle the ends, bring the tings out
Would’ve f–ked your friend, but we heard he got a big mouth
Circle the ends, bring the tings out
Would’ve f–ked your friend, but we heard he got a big mouth

Ready
Badman wan’ take me to the deli
Wan’ gimme sup’m long and steady
Mi a bad gyal and mi batty jaw ‘eavy
Yeah, how mi s3xy
Ah me put the coke inna di Pepsi
I set the net on fire, don’t test me
Homeboy, yeah, he ain’t never gon’ forget me
If I war then a war is a war ya guh get
Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no ‘fraid o’ ya rep
Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi deh
Badboys ain’t no good for me
But I love a badman, who can hold his piece
Yeah, I love a badman who can hold his streets
Yeah, I love a badman who can hold the sheets
Jamaica, England, New York, Nigeria man
Wey wan’ take mi shoes off, get inna mi bed
But money affi mek
Money pon mi mind
Money affi pay me interest
Dem seh mi next
Never sweating though, this ain’t a gym sesh
But I school when I ball like a player on the net
Yeah the Don’s so bad, labels wanna send checks
When they see me in the store, everybody turn heads
Steff light up the room like a LED set
When I step, set fire to the booth on net
I’m a star, I’m a boss, I’m a great, I’m a vet
I’m a don, I’m the one, I’m a black God, yeah?

If I war then a war is a war ya guh get
Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no ‘fraid o’ ya rep
Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi deh
Yeah, woo