NSG – Daily Duppy, Part 1 Lyrics

Daily Duppy, Part 1 Lyrics – NSG

All that verbal on the ‘net, you dey scare who?
Ayy, bossman, me, I no dey fear you (You mad)
You dey use your boy, hotspot the tweet (Huh?)
I can’t wait ’til I buck you and your peeps (Boom-boom-boom)
My girl fire like Kenny pon my TikTok (Bad)
Can you make it shake, baby? Make it tick tock (Bad)
Back and rotate, jump it like it’s criss cross (Bad)
You gon’ make a nigga spazz like Rick Ross (You mad)

Yeah, bro fresh out from my ‘hood, holiday (Whoosh)
He’s on license, but still on vaca’ (Skrrt)
Yeah, cash in hand before you see me on stage (Yeah)
All that tweetin’, can’t say it face to face
Uh you still in the block down, Holloway
Crime was the only way, fast lane, CLA
Can’t afford to see jakes (Nah)
Nah, man, I can’t afford to make mistakes
If I come late, definitely fashionably late (Hah)

Not today
Can’t do me the way they done me yesterday
Christian think Jesus is the only way
Muslim thinks Allah is the only way
Sex (Hah), only way
Can’t do me the way they done me yesterday
Christian think Jesus is the only way
Muslim thinks Allah is the only way
Sex (Hah), only way

All that verbal on the ‘net, you dey scare who?
Ayy, bossman, me, I no dey fear you (You mad)
You dey use your boy, hotspot the tweet (Huh?)
I can’t wait ’til I buck you and your peeps (Boom-boom-boom)
My girl fire like Kenny pon my TikTok (Bad)
Can you make it shake, baby? Make it tick tock (Bad)
Back and rotate, jump it like it’s criss cross (Bad)
You gon’ make a nigga spazz like Rick Ross (You mad)

Said he’s really tryna take me off the map, why try?
Told your dad you’re gettin’ all this money nigga, why lie? (Why?)
Said she wanna fuck me and I swear I didn’t try (Swear I didn’t try)
Boody make the guns go bokoo-bye-bye (Bye, bye)
You really would regret it if you touch my ice
Man, I’m givin’ man slaps like I’m Slice (Sli-slice)
Get the whole cake, I ain’t cuffin’ no slice (No)
Could get bun in the beef ’cause I came with five guys (Five)

Put in the work, don’t wait to be put on
Or add the semi, then put it on colon
He don’t even talk, broski all action
Drippy like water, Strictly Come fashion
Freaky in the sheets, but wahala for sheets
[?] peak if I buck him and his peeps
Killy on peace, just like breasts, he squeeze
It’s another one, make your volume increase

Never shed a tear even in the crisis (Aha)
I was in the strip, bro was doin’ ISIS (Aha, yeah)
Ella, your jeans are tight, you don’t know what your size is?
She sold me Dr. Pepper when I’m fantasisin’ (Hey)
Now she ‘ere talkin’ to me about vacation (What?)
I need brain, baby, focus on your education
Separate the Whitney form the bobby, that’s segregation

All that verbal on the ‘net, you dey scare who?
Ayy, bossman, me, I no dey fear you (You mad)
You dey use your boy, hotspot the tweet (Huh?)
I can’t wait ’til I buck you and your peeps (Boom-boom-boom)
My girl fire like Kenny pon my TikTok (Bad)
Can you make it shake, baby? Make it tick tock (Bad)
Back and rotate, jump it like it’s criss cross (Bad)
You gon’ make a nigga spazz like Rick Ross (You mad)