Young Dolph - 1 Scale (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Dolph - 1 Scale (en) Lyrics
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All I need is one scale, a couple bales,
came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh,
shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy),
drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion
with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so
I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin',
so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole
million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah),
yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the pairs (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull
her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than
the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices
on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)
I got your bitch lookin' for
Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust
on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this
Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them
digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the
sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on
your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga
from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap
in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail
in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this
fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out like that
(Uh), huh, hold up
Bangin' L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue
in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money,
we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor
know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't
show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the feds
Can't talk on the phone,
but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I
was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday,
that bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head,
know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her house phone, tell
her bring that bitch out cocked,
then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out
the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)
I bought a mansion, pop in
that bitch fresh off a shootout,
I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time,
niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle,
know I probably will
I'm in New York with my nigga
Dolph, he rockin' wop, but his
neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with
a bag full of blues, all black
but it's Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana,
don't eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably
killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out
with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come
near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in
a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear,
artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but
my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't
tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the
reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren't part-time
Got a youngin, he only send
straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that
snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we
just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we
went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga
just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse
like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck,
ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M from
my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do,
we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit,
have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God
bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with
your fast food (Pussy)
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