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Young Dolph - Talking To My Scale (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
DJ Squeeky
DJ Squeeky
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Hayward Ivy
Hayward Ivy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Squeeky
DJ Squeeky
Producer

Lyrics

(We got all the beef) yeah Yeah, nigga, fuck everybody, fuck everything, nigga Get money, nigga Run that shit up, nigga Run that shit all the way up, nigga 'Til you can't run it no motherfuckin' more, nigga All the way up, nigga (yeah) Up-up, nigga, to the motherfuckin' ceiling, nigga, fuck niggas' bitches Fuck these niggas, too, fuck 'em all Yah mean? I mean this shit, for real, for real, nigga, straight up Ayy (ayy, yeah) If I sacrificed myself, will I go to Hell? In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale My jewelry box havin' more water than Wisconsin Dells Trap nigga, 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 bitch, but she know we just fuckin' She told me she love me, I told her, "You pluckin'" (Cut that shit out, lil' mama) stop it This bitch 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 fuck me, then she lucky Yeah, she got that super sloppy, I call that bitch yucky Bitch, don't speak to me in public Fast money, fast cars, I live for this shit My young nigga 'nem, man, they gon' kill for this shit Shakin' my head, Dolph, you just too real for this shit 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 shit Sleepy Cuz quick to tell me, "Fuck him, he a bitch" Dog ass nigga off the leash, duckin' the pigs Went and found the plug, came back and told my nigga, "It's up" We gon' ball forever and forever, straight out the mud Been through so much shit, so I fill my body up with drugs 20 whips in front of the club, nigga, that's us I'm my own stylist, I spent millions on designers I got my own island, nigga, cast out and you can find me Got more jewelry than your jeweler, nigga, 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 niggas ain't fuckin' with me and I put that on Otto May Ain't nobody gave me shit, nigga, yah mean? I had to get out here and straighten this shit up, nigga, get this shit the hard way Yah mean? I had to figure this shit out, nigga, yah mean? Just me and my real niggas, yah mean? Nigga, you ain't eat off the floor with us Nigga, you ain't eat out the garbage, lil' nigga, yah mean? You wasn't there, nigga, you wasn't there with us, nigga We had to get it how we lived, nigga, I put this shit on Otto May Nah, I ain't finished, nigga (yeah, yeah) My office is a trap house in South Memphis, nigga (yeah, yeah) Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah) I been sellin' bags by the 50, nigga (yeah, yeah) Pinky ring, it cost me 750, nigga (yeah, yeah) Pour a eight and drink it, I don't sip it, nigga (yeah, yeah) Kickin' shit and smokin' off a Benton, nigga (ayy bruh) You a grown man, stop all of that bitchin', nigga (damn) I go so hard, make 'em hate me (damn) 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 bitch 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 niggas 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) 14, I jumped out there, started swimming with the sharks Gangbang, 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 bitch, I put my trust in the mob (mob) I got all type of shit parked in the garage (Hey, hey) It's Dolph Yeah If I sacrificed myself, will I go to Hell? In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale Yeah
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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