Dumplin Lyrics - Singles - Devlin

its D-E-V to the Z 

and when i say dont get left broke 

nah i dont mean left in the red 

them guys can have plenty of cash 

but when it comes to comparison they're looking to lack 

im looking to stack money piles quicker than flats 

so they can 

stop looking at me and start looking at that 

but fuck it im broke for the minute 

oh well at least i got a hold on my lyrics 

they can have cash i got soul i got spirit 

i keep my head out of the heavens 

and close to the ground like midgets 

with damn dirty lyrics that are rising 

define the aspects of physics 

im that blue vodka drink that your girls been sippin at the bar all night 

yeah im WKD, i'm wicked 

haters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or send your best wishes 

your girl didnt give the crew kisses 

after 10 dicks her cunt smelt of fishes 

slut on her knees surrounded by willies 

your girls grimey like my bars are 

im like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a fast car 

wish i could drive to where the moon and the stars are 

from a place where the people are dirt poor 

keep an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get hurt for 

you'll see violence the same as a blood and crip turf war 

and the bars keep dragging like a night shift 

i'll tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquist 

they aint never seen or heard of nothing like this 

nah im killing it with tightness every time i ride this 

its devz im full of surprises 

i wanna touch the sky like high rises 

i re-wrote the whole of the script 

turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar eclipse 

stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips 

all we hold round here is chibs 

emoitonless kids that are pissed where they live 

coppers that are quick to be pricks 

you could be abiding the law and you could still get nicked 

me im too quick i aint never been nicked 

theres been some close calls 

ive had to jump walls 

ive been running through schools and stashing up tools 

none of them coppers aint knocked what i live like 

im not a gangster, definitely not 

im just trapped in the lands of ciminality 

reality, stepping in rapidly 

my right hand works like its powered mechanically 

my shit is all self explanatory 

im just trying to save their sanity 

but they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint no charity 

devz's got a killer vocabulary 

all mad at me thought they be glad for me 

but hating's un-holy like blasphemy 

if you dont like me dont chat to me 

im putting in the hours like a worker in the factory 

i got weights on my back like a shirt or a sweater 

i'll stick to the spitting for worse or for better 

im waiting to go through the worst of the weather 

the other side must be better 

ive been hung out to dry now ive come back to try 

defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple times 

now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos white 

im just the best full stop 

none of them couldnt step in then stop 

if they stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters behave 

we fuck it up all over the country in a rave 

me ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid?