Daily Duppy, Pt. 1 - Dappy, GRM Daily

Remember the Dubz, your girlfriend loved 'em

I really had her up all na-na-night

I was in the T with Faze them times

Yeah we were really chopping up brown and white

Who would’ve knew from a two and a blue

Would’ve done out the whole O2 nuff times

This weren’t no fire in the booth, we made bars in the shed

We were licking out Charlie off the side

I made an anthem, went platinum

How many more times do I really gotta show these yutes?

How many songs do I save?

Goals I shoot

I should have a golden boot, my gyaldem thick and rude

«How the D so big when you only like five foot?»

How you mean I’m the bloodclaat gyaldem sugar?

Have her dizzy like I Luv U

Thanks to recent events

All my young bros wearing masks on their face

Doing up greaze in the ends

Putting P’s on your head, man are squeezing again

Dash a mash deep in the Thames

From qway back I made Maybach music

Since then I knew I’d be rich forever

And the blogs still out here digging up dirt on man

But it’s what, it’s what?

It’s still the same don, just without the woolly hat

Just a little more mulli in a Louis bag

From a pickney I’ve been badding up the playground

Them times there I started dashing from the bully van

'06, started shutting down events

'07, started paying all my mum’s rent

Them times you was still in a grow house

I was on the main stage, really filling up tents

Every twenty-fifth of the twelfth

We was sitting near an empty tree, like this ain’t no banter

Real man up in the house, when we never had shit

I come dishing out gifts like Santa

Nowadays, holidays and lobster

But I still box chips, chicken and Mirinda

Bun tryna catch a bird on my chest

Just for defending another man like Tanganga

You winning or is it a lie?

Every other day I see you snapping in Dubai

It’s either lit out there or you’re telling fibs out there

More time you’re selling coochie on the sly

I made a milli way before I even learned to drive

I hit the milli club before I was even twenty-five

Tryna separate the little ones from the guys

But I’m still living off PRS from '09

My whole life I’ve been getting looked at like an alien

But I’m grateful, let’s face it

I just switched this tune, Tectron lit up the whole room

Come looking like a big blue spaceship

Told my jeweller «I might want pops' name on my chain»

He said «Cool, engrave it»

We were living in a block, I had to break free

Cause I didn’t want a life that’s basic

Are you a real one or an impostor?

You just act bad, you need to win an Oscar

You’re on the roadside doing up Deebo

On the D-low you’re probably singing to the askar

Hella gyally in the room make their bum bounce

Secure the bag before you go and cop a buss down

Didn’t pencil in no meetings this week

You’re too busy getting drawn out on Clubhouse