Stefflon Don “Daily Duppy [Dem Dead]” Lyrics Meaning [Explained]

Music Review: “Dem Dead (Daily Duppy)” by Stefflon Don

“Dem Dead” is a song by British rapper, singer, and songwriter, Stephanie Victoria Allen Balogun known professionally as Stefflon Don. 

The song premiered a few weeks ago. It was produced by EmXBeats

The song comes in 2 verses. The chorus was taken 2 times each. The artists sang standard English.

“Dem Dead [Daily Duppy]” Meaning Stefflon Don

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Stefflon Don “Dem Dead [Daily Duppy]” Lyrics

“Dem Dead [Daily Duppy]” lyrics by Stefflon Don

Lyrics to “Dem Dead [Daily Duppy]“

[Intro] 

Instrumental

EMX got another one

[Chorus]

Walk and sell for them pvssy in the traphouse

Holding my queen and I beg for your one ounce

Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out

Anyway you ain’t nobody fi we talk bout

AP wrist on sink and it flood out

Rich n#ggas step when they know that I’m sorry in South

Sending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

[Verse 1]

Gyal get kweff when the Don get mad out

Bomb dem ah drop like ina Baghdad

Send fi di skeng, know dem ah look sad

Black van, black backpack, brap brap brap

Walk and live, talk and get murder

Dis badness and it nothing wa ya heard ah

Bullet ah connect like the WiFi server

This is not what ya murder go church fo

This is not what ya muda go church fo

Hombre if you humble yourself

Why pree, why pree, why pree badness?

You’re a good cute, you should go be an actress

He get a BAFTA

All of you bredda are just actors

The Bible says don’t ever try to play yourself

B#tch that’s bad for your health

Okay, Don dodda

Dressed in a-black like mi’s a bank robber

Crab up fire affi bun like grabba

Macho full ah badness, toppa toppa

Mandem inna grey suit, grey joggers

Sexy

Put the coke back into the Pepsi

Unforgettable, n#ggas can’t forget me

All my exes they wan’ s€x me

[Chorus]

Walk and sell for them pvssy in the trap house

Holding my queen and I beg for your one ounce

Gyal get kweff when the Don dem march out

Anyway you ain’t nobody fi we talk bout

AP wrist on sink and it flood out

Rich n#ggas step when they know that I’m in South

Sending for me? Tell a clown, she should sit down

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

[Bridge]

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Would’ve fv-cked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Would’ve fv-cked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Would’ve fv-cked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth

Circle the ends, bring the tings out

Would’ve fv-cked your friend but we heard he got a big mouth

[Verse 2]

Ready

Badman wan’ take me to the deli

Wan’ gimme suttin long and steady

Mi a bad gyal and mi batty jaw ‘eavy

Yeah, I’m his s€xy

And me put the coke ina di Pepsi

I set the net on fire, don’t test me

Homeboy, yeah, he ain’t never gon’ forget me

If I war then a war is a war ya will get

Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no ‘fraid o’ ya rep

Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der

Badboys ain’t no good for me

But I love a badman, who can hold his piece

Yeah, I love a badman who can hold his streets

Yeah, I love a badman who can hold the sheets

Jamaica, England, New York, Nigeria man

Wey wan’ take mi shoes off, get ina mi bed

But money affi mek

Money pon mi mind

Money affi pay me interest

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Never sweating though, this ain’t a gym sesh

But I school when I ball like a player on the net

Yeah the Don’s so bad, labels wanna send cheques

When they see me in the store everybody turn heads

Steff light up the room like a LED set

When I step, set fire to the booth on net

I’m a star, I’m a boss, I’m a great, I’m a vet

I’m a don, I’m the one, I’m a black God, yeah?

[Outro]

If I war then a war is a war ya will get

Mi no ramp, mi no chase, mi no ‘fraid o’ ya rep

Set a place, set a time, anywhere de mi der

Yeah, woo

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