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French The Kid

Daily Duppy, Pt. 1

 

Daily Duppy, Pt. 1


(Kazza)
(I love you, KXVI)
I remember the days I was out with the cats
Weren't born for that trap but I done that
French

I remember the days I was out with the cats
Weren't born for that trap but I done that stuff
Nowadays I be out with a part and a fade yet the gally think I'm large and buff
I guess life can get hard and tough
But you gotta break through cah the hardest does
I was out on the main, cold nights in the rain, with some fiends and that fairydust
All them fiends with the fairytales, I don't care, stop lying about the way it started
It's a shame what you are but you came to the car for the crack, not a chat and departed
I got engaged with a gun and a cartridge, shit blasted, I got away from the
Like why the fuck did I pass it? Should've glassed him and got away from the target
Now I got this one ting all on my line, shit I feel quite busy, had to bell her back later
All that mad shit I did for my paper, I was out on the grind with some militant majors
All them rats in the street yeah I hate them, I couldn't rate them, they some menacing traitors
I get money off streams anyway, I don't care care about the days I was doing up labour
Connais toutes les belles senoritas viens Constantine on fume toute la weed
Ou sinon j'ai une belle latina s'appelle Christina fume toute la reefa
I don't care about the money anymore, 'til my mummy's in a Porsche connais bella la vida
I don't care about these fame looking whores, only came to the door when I'm up, not your average

Mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
Elle veut fuck avec la team
Be chasing my dream to money like Sosa
Tony Montana, yeah
J'espère que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
Mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
Elle veut fuck avec la team
Be chasing my dream to money like Sosa
Tony Montana, yeah
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner

I was raised with the travellers, raised with the boys that didn't care about toys, they just care about guns
Got sutting in that Transit van wrapped in plastic bags, me and Paddy had the whole dance spun
I'm tryna do it for my bro and my mum, anyone that try touch then you're gonna get done
I'm tryna do it for my bro and my mum, anyone that try touch then you're gonna get done
I've got a baddie in the back of a ride, we don't do it for the live, I don't do that bluff
I'll be swerving in a ride, dead or alive, the money that we make from intruding stuff
Baby girl we don't do like the usual does
Back out the big gun like the Kurdish cause
Had a pint in the pub with my boy like bruv, ever think they thought of us?
I've got Irish blood and some serious Irish brothers
I don't care what you think, put a scar to your face with my drink boy that's on my mother's
Lovers, lovers, these boys just some cat rap lovers
Used to move crack with some local others
Now I've got more tracks for them album covers
This time last year me and bro were in cuffs
Cah we shutdown pubs and we shutdown bars
Said I got little cunts all in my life, had a brawl with a knife but we stood like guards
You can't tell me 'bout hoods in cars, cooks no books, goods in bras
You can't tell me 'bout hoods in cars, cooks no books, goods in bras

Mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
Elle veut fuck avec la team
Be chasing my dream to money like Sosa
Tony Montana, yeah
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
Mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
Elle veut fuck avec la team
Be chasing my dream to money like Sosa
Tony Montana, yeah
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
J'espere que tu nous connaissais
J'ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner

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