D-Block Europe – UK Duty Paid Lyrics

 

UK Duty Paid Lyrics D-Block Europe

UK Duty Paid Lyrics

 

UK Duty Paid Lyrics by D-Block Europe

 

I want these n***** to die, to die, on God
I want them n***** to die, to die, mm-mm
I want these n***** to (Ayo, Waterboy, this shit wet)

I want these n***** to die, quick, hop out the passenger side, quick (Mm-mm)
I’m with broski and that is the psyche, brand new, the glizzy, I like it
And my Rollie is full up with diamonds, I made the world for my lifers (Yeah)
And we’re tellin’ those n***** over there, “Stay strapped” ’cause they’re nothing alike us

I’m in Amiri all white and this codeine is splashin’ all over my tee
I told my n**** on set we spend money on guns, we don’t settle this beef
Fell asleep in Off-White (White)
Got the money off white (White)
The diamonds are different, they’re hittin’
I know that he’s livin’ a lie (Lie)

She do it every time, she do it every time, she do it every time (Ahlie)
Dinner dates, we need privacy, she at the suite, it’s fine
This is Richard Mille for the time, baby, 165 (165)
In the back of the Rolls, I feel high, baby, we just switch the vibe (Ya dig?)

I pray for my n***** to win (Ya dig?)
I pray for my n***** to leave
I pay for my bitches, a thousand a night
And we fuck, and we stay in the Ritz
My diamonds are wetter than hailstone
I come up, cook crack out the hellhole

Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is
Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche
Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this bitch
‘Cause I’m paranoid
N***** dyin’ over price like it’s killin’ me to live
Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz
N**** wish for bad will but I pray Allah forbids

But they have a netty the skelly, I’m ready, just whatever the name is
I’m droppin’ the white, I’m lovin’ the price, so how am I racist? (How?)
You was with me, just down in the trench, so how did we go different places? (How?)
You was with me, you sat on the fence and that shit was really the fakest

It’s those eyes, baby, those thighs, baby, don’t say it, don’t stop
Criticise, baby, put an eight in my lung and the money don’t stop
And there ain’t no jobs in my city so the cocaine came in soft
I carry a brick in the Porsche (Yeah)
I carry a stick in the whore

I pray for my n***** to win (Ya dig?)
I pray for my n***** to leave (Ya dig?)
I pay for my bitches, a thousand a night
And we fuck, and we stay in the Ritz (Ya dig?)
My diamonds are wetter than hailstone
I come up, cook crack out the hellhole

Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is
Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche
Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this bitch
‘Cause I’m paranoid
N***** dyin’ over price like it’s killin’ me to live
Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz
N**** wish for bad will but I pray Allah forbids