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letra de devilish thoughts - jmash, lil s

[intro: jmash and lil s]
(ayy)
gang sh-t
free the f-cking guys
f-ck the dead opps, they know
serious
(glee!)
(glee!)

[verse 1: jmash]
(jmash!)
it’s f-cked how i still get devilish thoughts
back out my shank and turn a man corpse
’nuff times got nicked had to stand in court
never went colli, didn’t do no course
ask if i’m gliding it’s a yes of course
[?] … splash their friend
they should have a postcode on their foreheads
osav he too tapped he ain’t got no meds
splash can get pyro when he sees them feds
still got luff of them back when old school friends
verbal on the net that’s some m2 threats
the ting was jamming like jamaican dricks
end up in fields just ducking down pr-cks
that bmt and can’t forget a6
i chilled in the k and slept in the brix’
the opps stole my b-tch and she’s in the mix
they say jmash you’re cold like a slushy
look in her eyes now she’s getting blushy
bando raise that’s packs get flushy
don’t make noise, lil’ boy hushy
i was in country, never slept properly
cats feen me for the white and boppy
bro 17, he ain’t from totty
bro in the can cuh’ he left off the botty
mummy, forgive me, i swear i’m sorry
lay low like immigrants in a lorry (facts)
(lay low like immigrants in a lorry)
[verse 2: lil s]
these peckham yutes and they’re bad, that’s kinda sad (some nerds)
shout out cs, got put on my nank
on jmash, then he must have drank
with loud, bare man, they should give us thanks
smoking on abz, yeah it’s really dank
these cmb yutes got saved by the can
cuh’ if they were out here suttin’ would have been packed (duh’)
even if you turn man up- don’t think you can lack
lil’ man got chinged tryna get some snacks
mans get sliced up and don’t react
asked him “where you from”, he said “china”, ended up getting three in his back
shh just wanted a cheeseburger, but he left ketchup’ed instead
straight on sight if you’re screaming “pecks”
we’re the reason their block’s hot
gang’s got …[?]
their man think they’re bad but really they’re not (nah)
me plus a block equals holes in tops (ay run)
run with them you get chopped
don’t be abz ending up in a pot

[verse 3: jmash]
ain’t got time for a groupie, airing this ting now she calling me bougie (huh?)
bad boy like brucie, i splash real mad darlin’ excuse me
she knows i’m trash but lets it slide cuh’ she knows i’m mash
i’m billin’ him, then i ash
i spot undies, and then i dash (i’m gone)
we can’t be like them, bring their phones on the glide, i think that they’re riding for snapchat
i don’t tell no girl ’bout my real life but somehow she knows i’m a badman
talk on my name for the clout you’re fam man
buck down digga ain’t calling a cabman
he left his hat wooshed off in a [?]
oppboys love woosh and push, they must’ve forgot that i got down shush
i said the brix’ got the loudest kush
she knows she’s a hooker, she’s can’t move [?]
can’t lie my opps are bullies, i meant cyber bullies (snap)
they act for tings, but when they get splashed they ain’t getting saved by that nooky (d-ckhead yutes)
[verse 4: lil’ s]
on the ride with three of the guys (gang)
i’d do anything to avoid the station (duh’)
back that wet and blade him, there’s no need for identification (d-ckhead)
in the [?]
if i ask where you’re from don’t mention your nation
[?] get me aggravated, that’s blood on the nank that’s decorated (some tw-ts)
got smoke for affiliation, free all my n-ggas incarcerated
on osav you must be mistaken
anything i see and i like i take it
cmb was a home now it’s vacant
ching black and white, we ain’t racist, or s-xist
try run with bae then you get it (you get it)
buck into pagons, don’t talk just set it (splash, splash, splash, splash)

(splash, splash, splash, splash)

- jmash lil s

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