Devlin - Dumplin Lyrics
and when i say dont get left brokenah i dont mean left in the redthem guys can have plenty of cashbut when it comes to comparison they're looking to lackim looking to stack money piles quicker than flatsso they canstop looking at me and start looking at thatbut ***** it im broke for the minuteoh well at least i got a hold on my lyricsthey can have cash i got soul i got spiriti keep my head out of the heavensand close to the ground like midgetswith damn dirty lyrics that are risingdefine the aspects of physicsim that blue vodka drink that your girls been sippin at the bar all nightyeah im WKD, i'm wickedhaters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or send your best wishesyour girl didnt give the crew kissesafter 10 dicks her cunt smelt of fishesslut on her knees surrounded by williesyour girls grimey like my bars areim like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a fast carwish i could drive to where the moon and the stars arefrom a place where the people are dirt poorkeep an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get hurt foryou'll see violence the same as a blood and crip turf warand the bars keep dragging like a night shifti'll tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquistthey aint never seen or heard of nothing like thisnah im killing it with tightness every time i ride thisits devz im full of surprisesi wanna touch the sky like high risesi re-wrote the whole of the scriptturned out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar eclipsestay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hipsall we hold round here is chibsemoitonless kids that are pissed where they livecoppers that are quick to be pricksyou could be abiding the law and you could still get nickedme im too quick i aint never been nickedtheres been some close callsive had to jump wallsive been running through schools and stashing up toolsnone of them coppers aint knocked what i live likeim not a gangster, definitely notim just trapped in the lands of ciminalityreality, stepping in rapidlymy right hand works like its powered mechanicallymy shit is all self explanatoryim just trying to save their sanitybut they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint no charitydevz's got a killer vocabularyall mad at me thought they be glad for mebut hating's un-holy like blasphemyif you dont like me dont chat to meim putting in the hours like a worker in the factoryi got weights on my back like a shirt or a sweateri'll stick to the spitting for worse or for betterim waiting to go through the worst of the weatherthe other side must be betterive been hung out to dry now ive come back to trydefining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple timesnow they wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos whiteim just the best full stopnone of them couldnt step in then stopif they stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters behavewe ***** it up all over the country in a raveme ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid?
