[{"id":10129979,"name":"Daily Duppy (Dem Dead)","trackName":"Daily Duppy (Dem Dead)","artistName":"Stefflon Don","albumName":"Daily Duppy (Dem Dead)","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"EMX got another one\n\nWalk and sell for them pussy in the traphouse\nHolding my queen and I beg for your one ounce\nGyal get kweff when the Don dem march out\nAnyway you ain't nobody fi we talk bout\nAP wrist on sink and it flood out\nRich niggas step when they know that I'm sorry in South\nSending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\n\nGyal get kweff when the Don get mad out\nBomb dem ah drop like ina Baghdad\nSend fi di skeng, know dem ah look sad\nBlack van, black backpack, brap brap brap\nWalk and live, talk and get murder\nDis badness and it nuttin wa ya heard ah\nBullet ah connect like the WiFi server\nDis is not what ya muda go church fo\nDis is not what ya muda go church fo\nHombre if you humble yaself\nWhy pree, why pree, why pree badness?\nYou're a good yute, you should go be a actress\nHo get a BAFTA\nAll of you breddas are just actors\nThe bible says don't ever try play yourself\nBitch that's bad for your health\nOkay, Don dodda\nDressed in ah black like mi's a bank robber\nCrab up fire affi bun like grabba\nMacho full ah badness, toppa toppa\nMandem ina grey suit, grey joggers\nSexy\nPut the coke back into the Pepsi\nUnforgettable, niggas can't forget me\nAll my exes they wan' sex me\n\nWalk and sell for them pussy in the traphouse\nHolding my queen and I beg for your one ounce\nGyal get kweff when the Don dem march out\nAnyway you ain't nobody fi we talk bout\nAP wrist on sink and it flood out\nRich niggas step when they know that I'm in South\nSending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\n\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\nWould've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\nWould've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\nWould've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\nCircle the ends, bring the tings out\nWould've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\n\nReady\nBadman wan' take me to the deli\nWan' gimme suttin long and steady\nMi a bad gyal and mi batty jaw 'eavy\nYeah, I'm his sexy\nAnd me put the coke ina di Pepsi\nI set the net on fire, don't test me\nHomeboy, yeah, he ain't never gon' forget me\nIf I war then a war is a war ya will get\nMi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no 'fraid o' ya rep\nSet a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der\nBadboys ain't no good for me\nBut I love a badman, who can hold his piece\nYeah, I love a badman who can hold his streets\nYeah, I love a badman who can hold the sheets\nJamaica, England, New York, Nigeria man\nWey wan' take mi shoes off, get ina mi bed\nBut money affi mek\nMoney pon mi mind\nMoney affi pay me interest\n[?] then on to the next\nNever sweating though, this ain't a gym sesh\nBut I school when I ball like a player on the net\nYeah the Don's so bad, labels wanna send cheques\nWhen they see me in the store everybody turn heads\nSteff light up the room like a LED set\nWhen I step, set fire to the booth on net\nI'm a star, I'm a boss, I'm a great, I'm a vet\nI'm a don, I'm the one, I'm a black God, yeah?\n\nIf I war then a war is a war ya will get\nMi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no 'fraid o' ya rep\nSet a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der\nYeah, woo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daily Duppy (Dem Dead)\n  artist: Stefflon Don\n  album: Daily Duppy (Dem Dead)\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  EMX got another one\n\n  Walk and sell for them pussy in the traphouse\n  Holding my queen and I beg for your one ounce\n  Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out\n  Anyway you ain't nobody fi we talk bout\n  AP wrist on sink and it flood out\n  Rich niggas step when they know that I'm sorry in South\n  Sending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n\n  Gyal get kweff when the Don get mad out\n  Bomb dem ah drop like ina Baghdad\n  Send fi di skeng, know dem ah look sad\n  Black van, black backpack, brap brap brap\n  Walk and live, talk and get murder\n  Dis badness and it nuttin wa ya heard ah\n  Bullet ah connect like the WiFi server\n  Dis is not what ya muda go church fo\n  Dis is not what ya muda go church fo\n  Hombre if you humble yaself\n  Why pree, why pree, why pree badness?\n  You're a good yute, you should go be a actress\n  Ho get a BAFTA\n  All of you breddas are just actors\n  The bible says don't ever try play yourself\n  Bitch that's bad for your health\n  Okay, Don dodda\n  Dressed in ah black like mi's a bank robber\n  Crab up fire affi bun like grabba\n  Macho full ah badness, toppa toppa\n  Mandem ina grey suit, grey joggers\n  Sexy\n  Put the coke back into the Pepsi\n  Unforgettable, niggas can't forget me\n  All my exes they wan' sex me\n\n  Walk and sell for them pussy in the traphouse\n  Holding my queen and I beg for your one ounce\n  Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out\n  Anyway you ain't nobody fi we talk bout\n  AP wrist on sink and it flood out\n  Rich niggas step when they know that I'm in South\n  Sending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n  Would've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n  Would've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n  Would've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\n  Circle the ends, bring the tings out\n  Would've fucked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth\n\n  Ready\n  Badman wan' take me to the deli\n  Wan' gimme suttin long and steady\n  Mi a bad gyal and mi batty jaw 'eavy\n  Yeah, I'm his sexy\n  And me put the coke ina di Pepsi\n  I set the net on fire, don't test me\n  Homeboy, yeah, he ain't never gon' forget me\n  If I war then a war is a war ya will get\n  Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no 'fraid o' ya rep\n  Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der\n  Badboys ain't no good for me\n  But I love a badman, who can hold his piece\n  Yeah, I love a badman who can hold his streets\n  Yeah, I love a badman who can hold the sheets\n  Jamaica, England, New York, Nigeria man\n  Wey wan' take mi shoes off, get ina mi bed\n  But money affi mek\n  Money pon mi mind\n  Money affi pay me interest\n  [?] then on to the next\n  Never sweating though, this ain't a gym sesh\n  But I school when I ball like a player on the net\n  Yeah the Don's so bad, labels wanna send cheques\n  When they see me in the store everybody turn heads\n  Steff light up the room like a LED set\n  When I step, set fire to the booth on net\n  I'm a star, I'm a boss, I'm a great, I'm a vet\n  I'm a don, I'm the one, I'm a black God, yeah?\n\n  If I war then a war is a war ya will get\n  Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no 'fraid o' ya rep\n  Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der\n  Yeah, woo\n"}]