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letra de gold digging - kasher quon

[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

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