Singer: Young Dolph
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Song: 1 Scale
Young Dolph - 1 Scale Lyrics (LRC) (02:53-173-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:00.00]by RentAnAdviser.com
[00:13.30]All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
[00:17.80]Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
[00:21.30]Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
[00:24.90]Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
[00:28.80]Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
[00:32.20]The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
[00:35.70]Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
[00:39.30]Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
[00:42.40]I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop 'em by the pairs (It's Dolph)
[00:46.30]She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
[00:50.00]In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
[00:53.60]Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)
[00:57.10]I got your bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
[00:59.10]I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
[01:00.60]I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
[01:02.40]Quarter milli' for this Richard (Mille)
[01:04.20]I had to run up them digits (Run it up)
[01:06.00]Niggas know that I'm the sickest (For real)
[01:07.80]Bitches know that I'm the littest
[01:09.50]Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
[01:11.30]I heard that lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
[01:13.00]I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
[01:14.80]I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
[01:16.50]Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
[01:19.10]Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
[01:21.20]What the fuck they mean, man?
[01:22.80]I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up
[01:25.50]Bangin' L's, swangin' scales (What?)
[01:27.10]Shakin', got residue in my nails (What?)
[01:28.80]Started gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
[01:30.50]Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh
[01:32.90]Dropped out of high school
[01:33.80]Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
[01:36.00]Big bro got life in the feds
[01:37.30]Can't talk on the phone, but he know his will
[01:39.40]Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag
[01:41.10]'Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
[01:42.90]We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
[01:44.70]But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
[01:47.10]If I call her house phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
[01:50.30]I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)
[01:53.90]I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
[01:57.70]Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas probably tell
[01:59.40]Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
[02:01.10]I'm in New York with my nigga Dolph, he rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
[02:04.70]I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag full of blues, all black but it's Prada still (Swerve)
[02:08.30]I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at Hamada
[02:10.40]See opp, he get probably killed (Swerve)
[02:11.90]Told ...........
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