Daily Duppy Chords by Central Cee

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[Verse]
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■   Strip it back huh
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Aight look ■  
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My flow's unmatched
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I talk to myself on my own I'm tapped
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Columbus the way I took over the map
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Composure women lose that around man
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My accountant's monthly fee's a grand
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They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand
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I got a got a strategic plan
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I'm a big man now I gotta feed the fam
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Serious now it's not a joke
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Live Yours not a gang it's more like a cult
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Big boy Ranges rogue not Vogue
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Wide GWagen I ride like the Pope
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Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more
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Grm nominations I got four awards
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Tenpoint lead my team got the scoreboard
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Cench he a warlord only want more gore
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I don't know many that done it like man
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Mdma same colour as man
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Bare blue ticks in my DM requests
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Got bare bad Bs that I ain't holler back
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I fucked famous tings that I've wanked over
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I bust that nut into existence
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If I get a feelin' that you're fugazi
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I'm trustin' my gut and my instinct
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True colours show when they see a man blow they switch
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What the fuck was I thinkin'
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For the love of my siblings man I gotta double my income
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Better yet triple it
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Wobble it wiggle it swallowin' dribblin'
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Jobless IG modelin'
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I saw you commentin' squabblin' I don't do politics
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I heard your tape it don't sound too promisin'
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Need me a crib same road as Abramovich
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Undies right on my arse I ain't panickin'
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Stand up tall for my rights I'm an activist
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Pen game come like zero point four five caliber
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Stress I'll manage it strong mentality
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Almost fell off and lost my sanity
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'course I'm plannin' it causin' an anarchy
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Psycho hang him and put 'em in a gallery
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I got label execs tryna sway me
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I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady
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M's on the paper can't persuade me
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I've got a blueprint similar to JAYZ
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I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie
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I've got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi
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Rip Marcus Garvey the Babylon can't control me nah


[Chorus]
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Remainin' calm through the madness
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Flex and a man get jacked no cactus
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Mixtape dropped but it's more like a chapter
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My shooter in the six is sort of like a Raptor
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I don't know why you thought that you could hack this
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Send a man up to the north of the atlas
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I was manifestin' a kilo I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction


[Inst]
Bbm Fm Am Dm Am Dm
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Am Dm Am Dm
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[Verse]
Am                                                                        
These rappers never been paid they get a lil' famous spend all their bands
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They spend the whole fuckin' advance
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These rubbed out stars keep fuckin' their fans
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It's a bit different for me if I had it my way my bae wouldn't know me
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But no matter what country I'm in the females there all know who I am
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My gang's not a playplay ting it's a serious type of organization
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We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations
Am                             Dm                  Fmaj7            
They doin' whatever just to go viral some internet sensation rappers
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Big men on the net just bitchin' I swear that they're agin' backwards
Am                                                                        Fmaj7   
I just got the pendant full of baguettes I feel like Frank when he put on the mink
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They plottin' I'm not surprised I've been broke too I know how they think
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You inherited dough we inherited debt so I gotta catch up I'm behind on the rent
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What you know about takin' risks
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'cause I lost five bags and declined an M 
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A lot of man came and went
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I might do the same get out of here sooner
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Fake my death like twoPac move out the fam to a crib in Cuba
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They wanna see a man go out like Biggie but I ain't ready to die
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They sayin' that time is money I got some money ain't got any time
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Don't be a fuckin' fool and put your family's life in jeopardy
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They ain't makin' it out of the hood it ain't hard to find my enemies huh
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I gotta watch what I say these days it's long now I'm a celebrity
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I don't wanna chitchat If it ain't 'bout money please don't message me
        Am      
My ting clear uh
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Look in my rear and I don't see a single soul
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Should've seen what we did with snow had London like we was in North Pole uh
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Done with these Insta hoes uh tryna get the kid exposed uh
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Didn't wanna link me though and the bag wasn't there and the whip was old
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Cench I got a distinctive flow uh
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Tour life out of the country truth be told I ain't missin' home
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Told the kids to stay in school they ain't hearin that they just hit the roads
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Pavin' the way for the mandem I come back down to uplift my bros
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'fore I leave my guys I'll slit my throat nah
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Can't mix pleasure with business but this A&R lady's fire
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Gotta keep this one quiet gotta deny it she might get fired
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As long as your pussy's tight I don't care who you fucked on prior
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Chasin' bags not bitches which is the reason that my eyes look tired
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We get paid to go to the club the fuck
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You think that we're there for fun  
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You know that you're in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun
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I can't look at them man the same I've seen them lie and swear on their mums 
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Go to the hood and show some love just spent threek on Air Force ones
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Me and Wadz were sharin' clothes new J's just dropped got two pairs each
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Twobed flat and it's just for me got a room for bro whenever he needs
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What you mean Breathe breathe Don't tell me to breathe
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Bae be yourself with me what you mean it's only me
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Don't sell me a dream


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