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kasher quon - gold digging 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
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