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talking to my scale - young dolph & paper route empire lyrics

[intro]
(we got all the beef) yeah
yeah, n*gga, f*ck everybody, f*ck everything, n*gga
get money, n*gga
run that sh*t up, n*gga
run that sh*t all the way up, n*gga, ’til you can’t run it no motherf*ckin’ more, n*gga
all the way up, n*gga (yeah)
up*up, n*gga, to the motherf*ckin’ ceiling, n*gga, f*ck n*ggas’ b*tches
f*ck these n*ggas, too, f*ck ’em all
yah mean? i mean this sh*t, for real, for real, n*gga, straight up
ayy (ayy, yeah)

[verse 1]
if i sacrificed myself, will i go to h*ll?
in my trap house countin’ guala, talkin’ to my scale
my jewelry box havin’ more water than wisconsin dells
trap n*gga, i count money better than i spell
came up from nothing, addicted to hustlin’
yeah, he my dawg, but nah, i don’t trust him
she a bad b*tch, but she know we just f*ckin’
she told me she love me, i told her, “you pluckin'”
(cut that sh*t out, lil’ mama) stop it
this b*tch deserve a gold medal the way she suck it
blue louis v bucket, my chain too big to tuck it
my blunts the size of biggie, spendin’ paper like i’m puffy
she f*ck me, then she lucky
yeah, she got that super sloppy, i call that b*tch yucky
b*tch, don’t speak to me in public
fast money, fast cars, i live for this sh*t
my young n*gga ‘nem, man, they gon’ k!ll for this sh*t
shakin’ my head, dolph, you just too real for this sh*t
my first investment was a vacuum seal, then i got rich
mimo can get whatever from me ’cause he never switched
jizzle was right there with me, man, we didn’t have sh*t
sleepy cuz quick to tell me, “f*ck him, he a b*tch”
dog ass n*gga off the leash, duckin’ the pigs
went and found the plug, came back and told my n*gga, “it’s up”
we gon’ ball forever and forever, straight out the mud
been through so much sh*t, so i fill my body up with drugs
twenty whips in front of the club, n*gga, that’s us
i’m my own stylist, i spent millions on designers
i got my own island, n*gga, cast out and you can find me
got more jewelry than your jeweler, n*gga, i spent millions on diamonds
i put ice on everybody around me just to see ’em shinin’
my spot got great customer service like chick*fil*a
might take her to the hood, but i can’t take her on a date
sleepwalkin’ on that codeine, but i’m wide awake
these n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me and i put that on otto may
[interlude]
ain’t n0body gave me sh*t, n*gga, yah mean?
i had to get out here and straighten this sh*t up, n*gga, get this sh*t the hard way
yah mean?
i had to figure this sh*t out, n*gga, yah mean?
just me and my real n*ggas, yah mean?
n*gga, you ain’t eat off the floor with us
n*gga, you ain’t eat out the garbage, lil’ n*gga, yah mean?
you wasn’t there, n*gga, you wasn’t there with us, n*gga
we had to get it how we lived, n*gga, i put this sh*t on otto may

[verse 2]
nah, i ain’t finished, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
my office is a trap house in south memphis, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
ridin’ with a fully through the city, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
i been sellin’ bags by the fifty, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
pinky ring, it cost me seven*fifty, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
pour a eight and drink it, i don’t sip it, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
kickin’ sh*t and smokin’ off a benton, n*gga (ayy bruh)
you a grown man, stop all of that b*tchin’, n*gga (d*mn)
i go so hard, make ’em hate me (d*mn)
my whole life a movie, hd (clear)
blue retro, blue ap (yeah)
too much ice, don’t need ac (nah)
had to put out, the b*tch tried to rape me
i wear water, i don’t drink it, i drink lean (route)
i pour lean and grapefruit juice and rock blue diamonds, nah, these n*ggas ain’t me
sixties on the double*r, look up at the stars (in the cloud)
smokin’ skittles and thankin’ god, remember i used to starve (for real though)
dope boy with dope boy dreams, never thought i’d make it this far (for real though)
fourteen, i jumped out there, started swimming with the sharks
g*ngb*ng, play some ball, go get a plug of raw (raw)
i got the type of ice that it go crazy in the dark (dark)
you put your trust in a b*tch, i put my trust in the mob (mob)
i got all type of sh*t parked in the garage
(hey, hey)
[outro]
it’s dolph
yeah
if i sacrificed myself, will i go to h*ll?
in my trap house countin’ guala, talkin’ to my scale
yeah

- young dolph paper route empire lyrics

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