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devlin - scratchlin lyrics

[verse 1: devlin]
it’s the white boy from daga
stab you in the back but i’m not a backstabber
tell an mc he’ll get bunned then shattered
you might wanna gather your data
it’s the riddler, i kid you not, with scratch the mad hatter
somewhere in the manor with the boys getting langered
when you’re on a good vibe nothing really matters
i’ll dance on my ones, let ’em think that i’m crackers
you fakers, really just haven’t got the jacobs
can’t be yourself with your wrap-round faces
wasters, put ’em through h-ll when i take ’em
into my little realm, where i make up sh-t in my head
to make an mc sh-t in his bed
me and scratch on a riddim, you’re dead
two pale-faced lyrical men
that get love in the criminal ends

[chorus: devlin]
it’s the white boy from daga
stab you in the back but i’m not a backstabber
it’s the white boy from daga
stab you in the back but i’m not a backstabber
it’s the white boy from daga
stab you in the back but i’m not a backstabber
mc’s get bunned then shatter
you might wanna gather your data
yo scratch

[verse 2: scratchy]
name two white boys that are sicker
d-ckhead, i beg to differ
i might sound black but i’m not a white wigger
me and devs on the same track, it’s a winner (oi)
i think of bars when i’m out on the p-ss-up (oi)
or when i’m on the sh-tter
i wipe my -rs- with that skrilla
always sharp, edward scissor
you’re a clown, but you’re no k!ller
i’ll set fire to your chinchilla
at your next booking without you looking
scratch the ripper k!ll an mc quicker
i’m on the run like my name’s mcvicar
on the trumpet, where’s the stripper
where’s the crumpet, where’s the liquor
i ain’t here to get lemon, that’s bitter

[verse 3: devlin]
back from the crypt, to feed you collabs like this
get greedy, i’ll feed you a fist
my blood runs deep in this sh-t
tape c-ssettes of roll deep on rinse (on rinse)
inspirin’ this young gun firin’
to raise every element inside my grip
great timing, struck by lightning
the game complied then my name got big
you know what it was, you know what it is
takin’ the liberty, takin’ the p-ss
jack got frost when we both rode in
cats look lost when the dogs roll in
wilehouse to ‘nam
what side of the city had bars since i was a kid?
don’t know? then you’ll find out soon
when we play this tune inside; that’s sick

[verse 4: devlin]
it’s devlin from dogga
where every little kid is another little robber
everyone’s on the same bl–dy flex
why go to work when you can be a shotter?
old school my man’s vexed when i follow
and i rep me and mine with honour
keep your girl close ’cause i’ll be on her
by the end of the night in bed i’ll be on her
i’ll be on her, i’ll be on her
by the end of the night in bed i’ll be on her
cheap date, chicken doner
end of the night in bed i’ll be on her
i’ll be on her, i’ll be on her
by the end of the night in bed i’ll be on her
cheap date, chicken doner
end of the night in bed i’ll be on her

- devlin lyrics

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