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Daily Duppy, Pt. 2

Poundz
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(Skippz Production) I'm on some big boy shit with my big boy drip I'm in a big boy Porsche, that's a big boy whip Tip the waiter with a thousand if the steak comes quick I'm rockin' Louis with some Fendi, man, I fend them bricks I don't love no hoes, they just love this dick I'm the plumber for your mama, give her pipe real quick Said the devil wears Prada, but Amiri's how I drip I need a Jada8 to make her Little Baby when I hit, smash Bring it back I'm like a Yardie, tell my barbie "She fan' fling it back" Your gyal ah si mi, and I do di poppy tail Me yardie, weather man ah Make her pussy wetter than mi swimming cap Oh shit, I did it again Spun man, bring him back, let mе spin him again Harry Potter with the broom I put a hole in your mеn Alakazam, bow, we'll bury your friends Many men, many, many, many, many men try hate on me But they can't bring me down Niggas know that I'm Skengman Poundz I been a OG, I been a OG And your bitches know me She know my DM strong Yo, I just spent a mortgage on my jewels, and I'm icy Bitches think I'm Tinder, they don't swipe to say they like me I ain't into typin', but I pressin' on yo wifey Skip the talk and stage, I'm just tryna fuck you in my Nikeys I don't fuck with Katie, but these bitches know I'm Price-Y Fry you with a cooker if you screwin' like a lightie I just put a freezer on my mouth I'm eatin' lobster on the jet You niggas chippin' for a bench, you're not like me Versatile, them love mi new flow Sweetie callin' me a Quaver when the enemy go In the Sharder, I was fuckin' a three hoes Shoulda seen the way I smash it like Hulk, yo Bring it back to rap, six figures on my stack How you startin' on yo Loubs? Hundred thousand from a track They just love the way I step Thirty thousand on my checks If you're lookin' for a feature then you better come correct Niggas, niggas talkin' crud But I could swear that they don't know man I be doin' visits to your house, I'm like the postman Catch me at your door I love revenge, tryna ghost man I can spin you on the spot But I ain't talkin' about no slow jams Trappin' isn't easy, niggas failin' just to make prof' How you flippin' Q's? You're probably better with a day job Your line's not reliable, your workers tryna take off Bump me for my bread, I make my Ramsay give you weight loss Yo, come we switch up the vibe, now Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit Turn up your volumes right now Lock and load, you know what it is Look, yo She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D Then send her her in an Uber Bad night, Freddy Krueger Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life" Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter Had to whip that pot off for the paper Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover Every music vid' that I shoot I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin' If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap You know, I might buy her that Birkin Two times that I bought hеr Chanel 'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin' Never ever been a broadband worker Give a one box to a yute like Virgin Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up Big boy corn get crash up, crash up Head back split, get mash up, mash up Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka Sexy La Chicka call me papi Big batty gyal, I call her mami Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T Back to the rap, man's livin' Go tell her "Plaques and stacks" Money comin' in from the left and the right Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression Making money, made me learn a lesson If you hangin' with them bummy niggas You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings All these diamonds got me super flexin' Got your wifey in my groupie section I'm the baddest that she ever seen I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch And if I feed these demons inside of my heart Better put you in a blood like Crips Growin' up was easy and calm Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption Two plus two, did the maths, no actin' Park that ting in the bush like Acton Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs But he still make your heart beat, skip like— Bad B, bad B on me She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson Let me see your hands in the air like zombies If I dig that chick in my Air Force One Man dig her with the D real properly If I dig that chick in my Air Force One Man dig her with the D real properly 18 when I try go cunch 19 when I made bare funds The next year was a bust like Trump When I was a savage, I was about 21 Chat shit then a man get done Gucci with the littlest Pump Sweet one, outrageous bum I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot Give her this D then bop I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties One bad B, pretty face like Los And the whole of the gang too bookie My young boy wanna beat shots He might lean out the ride with a hand ting It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit Turn up your volumes right now Lock and load, you know what it is Look, yo She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D Then send her her in an Uber Bad night, Freddy Krueger Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life" Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter Had to whip that pot off for the paper Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover Every music vid' that I shoot I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin' If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap You know, I might buy her that Birkin Two times that I bought hеr Chanel 'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin' Never ever been a broadband worker Give a one box to a yute like Virgin Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up Big boy corn get crash up, crash up Head back split, get mash up, mash up Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka Sexy La Chicka call me papi Big batty gyal, I call her mami Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T Back to the rap, man's livin' Go tell her "Plaques and stacks" Money comin' in from the left and the right Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression Making money, made me learn a lesson If you hangin' with them bummy niggas You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings All these diamonds got me super flexin' Got your wifey in my groupie section I'm the baddest that she ever seen I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch And if I feed these demons inside of my heart Better put you in a blood like Crips Growin' up was easy and calm Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption Two plus two, did the maths, no actin' Park that ting in the bush like Acton Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs But he still make your heart beat, skip like— Bad B, bad B on me She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson Let me see your hands in the air like zombies If I dig that chick in my Air Force One Man dig her with the D real properly If I dig that chick in my Air Force One Man dig her with the D real properly 18 when I try go cunch 19 when I made bare funds The next year was a bust like Trump When I was a savage, I was about 21 Chat shit then a man get done Gucci with the littlest Pump Sweet one, outrageous bum I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot Give her this D then bop I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties One bad B, pretty face like Los And the whole of the gang too bookie My young boy wanna beat shots He might lean out the ride with a hand ting It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot Rude boy, you don't wanna get popped, bap