paroles de chanson Scale - EXO

I'll be gettin' money on your late nights
You just rap about it
This is just how we live life
I'll be gettin' money on your late nights
Put me on a scale
Then I weigh right
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale, uh
Tell them for a sixteen
I need 200
Dope lies
Like the studio, have two of it
All the men 'round here
Tell 'em bruise something
Ain't going nowhere
Tell 'em move something
This ain't nothing new
We've been heavy on the grind
Call it 44 to blingness-a-hotline
Rock star, hustler, voice sounda oh haze
I'm too boxed, vendetta, Bob Marley stretch
Tell 'em keep the cred
As long as my seeds get fed
No, but you better have my first piece of the bread
Bang your face against the sail
Die for worst than it is
Don't believe me sleek
Who needs a fake?
Get it brain on brain
I am too ahead
Five pencils in the top five
You are misled
I ain't had guilty the more before
They're the walking dead
It's real talk
You can really quote every word I say
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale, uh
Tell them for a sixteen
I need 200
Dope lies
Like the studio had two of it
All the men 'round here
Tell 'em bruise something
Ain't going nowhere
Tell 'em move something
I call 'em in to pick a winner
I had a bag of kush for dinner
Woke up to an empty cake
So gone I can't remember
Always been the hustler
And never played the lender
And the way I dress and rap
They say I'm sharper than a blender
The dope is the most consistent
Don't agree me
You trippin'
Pull up it something different
The Feds think that I'm dealin'
I told them I run the business
Tell these rappers that I'm winning
Have the stuff that we'd be gettin'
To you it's just a vision
Work hard and never gave none
Always one but gonna do none
You want me gone? Move son, I'ma hustlin'
Need a day off
Work hard
I am just waiting on a pay-off
I am too expensive
Tell these groupies
Layoff
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale
Dope lies
I need a scale, uh
Tell them for a sixteen
I need 200
Dope lies
Like the studio had two of it
All the men 'round here
Tell 'em bruise something
Ain't going nowhere
Tell 'em move something