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where's the gold - skrub lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, make paper, chop trees like i hate nature
guess i never need a die you’re already in grave danger
tell ’em all that i’m coming up, they said that i’ll fade away but i ain’t dumb enough
i ain’t never really been about the cash, now i guess it’s time to get that money up
like ooh, no dollar to my name like a$ap
i still be on my way up, i ain’t never plan for the way back
they be lookin’ at me like i changed and they hate that
but while еverybody barks i been known to bite like anothеr drake rap
so tell ’em, uh, i’ve still got the funk like it’s uptown
make ’em all wanna [bust out?] when skrub’s ’round
who said i needa get a gun i just put a middle finger up (blaow)
if they thought i never gave a f*ck well i really don’t give a f*ck now
i ain’t here just to sit back, chit*chat about this that
i’m just out to get a body like somebody chubby tryna get a six*pack
i can hit ’em with a diss track but they don’t really want the smoke like they [will bump off?]
and i hear them always talkin’ ’bout the g.o.a.t well i’ve been ready to go [buck home?]

[chorus]
where’s the gold, i want the gold, huh, all i think about’s the gold
so, gimme the, gimme the gold, yeah, gimme the, gimme the gold
where’s the gold, i want the gold, huh, all i think about’s the gold
so, gimme the, gimme the gold, yeah, gimme the, gimme the gold

[verse 2]
it’s that e sniffin’, never lean sippin’, always weed sniffin’, while i keep drinkin’
’til the ev*enin’, in the same pair of clothes everyday like i was pete griffin
k!ll the game and the key witness, [choose pleasure?] but i mean business
i ain’t gonna let anybody tell me different, uh*huh
ridin’ in my lane get your tyres slashed
still get it poppin’ like i was back crackin’ locks up at the bike rack
yeah (yeah), ’cause they don’t ever really want it like that
your rap is like neverland, shouldn’t be where the mic’s at
so what up to all the ladies, and what up to all the players
middle fingers for all my enemies and what up to all the haters
([?]), i’ve lost all my patience
’cause i’m hearin’ people chattin’ but they ain’t really talk my language (yeah)
so i just hit ’em with the [?] when i was a little kid [it’s?] still iller [?] when i said
i still k!ll ‘ em with the venom i was for real, i’ve been built just to get ’em (yew)
and they all dig it like nugget man, uh*oh, drunk again
i ain’t got no other plans, i’ma scumbag like i’m son of sam
[chorus]
where’s the gold, i want the gold, huh, all i think about’s the gold
so, gimme the, gimme the gold, yeah, gimme the, gimme the gold
where’s the gold, i want the gold, huh, all i think about’s the gold
so, gimme the, gimme the gold, yeah, gimme the, gimme the gold

- skrub lyrics

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