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gold digging - kasher quon lyrics

[verse]
bro pulled up outside, he got some hoes with him
my hoes won’t talk to you unless it’s ’bout money, they be gold diggin’
all these hoes trippin’
[?] find no wockesha, so i’m drinkin’ trishtin
might not see me for a month ’cause i’m on a mission
this n*gga bought a fake ass rollie, that b*tch is tickin’
and this car be cl!ckin’
kidnapped his b*tch for a hour, she went missing
the last n*gga tried to f*ck, he sleepin’ with the fishes
your b*tch suck my d*ck for a hour, this ho is vicious
i’m scared of her
been standin’ up, f*ckin’ for a hour, my legs is hurtin’
and this b*tch f*cked up my bed, she keep squirtin’
i know you ain’t got a bag for real, you keep purpin’
get your lil’ 9 to 5 on and keep workin’
tried to swipe some sh*t one time and ain’t make a purchase
i guеss the n*gga was nervous
i’m in the suburbs, my phonе ain’t even got no service
i’m deep, deep in the suburbs
a n*gga just paid twenty*five hundred for twelve words
that’s twelve bars
d*mn near forgot i was in a wraith until i seen the stars
i’m sippin’ on a three right now, i’m finna be on mars
i treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat on yours
i treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat up*, f*ck
i say
i treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat on yours
been scammin’ since ‘014, [?] award
i was the first scammer
and i only smoke exotic weed, i don’t smoke bammer
and i face my sh*t, don’t smoke with n*ggas, you can’t smoke with kasher
i came on this b*tch talkin’ crazy, this b*tch a slapper
fount out your b*tch f*cked me, you finna slap her
my female cousin ran off, i’m finna whack her
with a bank plate
you ridin’ around, tank on e, what your bank say?
i bet the b*tch say zero
the b*tch was finna get a big then paid her rent, i’m her hero
i done saved her ass
off this next mixtape i’m droppin’, that’s a major bag
my cousin went to church, got baptized, they saved his ass
you gettin’ paid ten dollars a hour, they slave your ass
you in that b*tch workin’
ran into the cashier at the mall, this b*tch flirtin’
want me to get her phone number
my ex b*tch tried to call me, you got the wrong number
i don’t know who the f*ck this is
paid my lawyer ten thousand dollars, i stand on biz
i ain’t got one yet, but i d*mn near want a kid
the way that n*gga be cappin’, he should work at lee’s
you don’t pay no bills, ain’t got no car, n*gga, you still a kid
you can’t show me 20k or show me where you live

- kasher quon lyrics

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