Correction Lyrics 1 Scale by Young Dolph

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(Let the band play)
Yeah

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this sh*t by myself
Dolph, why you f**k his girl? Uh, sh*t, '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 b*t*hes 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 f**kin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)
I got your b*t*h 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)
n***as know that I'm the sickest (For real)
b*t*hes know that I'm the littest
Whip my d**k out and p*ss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' n***a 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 n***a with all this f**kin' paper on me, man
What the f**k they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

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