Gold Digging

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Kasher Quon - Rap, Detroit Rap

Gold Digging

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[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 nigga bought a fake-ass Rollie, that bitch is tickin' And this car be clickin' Kidnapped his bitch for a hour, she went missing The last nigga tried to fuck, he sleepin' with the fishes Your bitch suck my dick for a hour, this ho is vicious I'm scared of her Been standin' up, fuckin' for a hour, my legs is hurtin' And this bitch fucked 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 shit one time and ain't make a purchase I guеss the nigga was nervous I'm in the suburbs, my phonе ain't even got no service I'm deep, deep in the suburbs A nigga just paid twenty-five hundred for twelve words That's twelve bars Damn 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 bitch good, we locked in, you beat on yours I treat my bitch good, we locked in, you beat up-, fuck I say I treat my bitch 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 shit, don't smoke with niggas, you can't smoke with Kasher I came on this bitch talkin' crazy, this bitch a slapper Fount out your bitch fucked 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 bitch say zero The bitch 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 bitch workin' Ran into the cashier at the mall, this bitch flirtin' Want me to get her phone number My ex bitch tried to call me, you got the wrong number I don't know who the fuck this is Paid my lawyer ten thousand dollars, I stand on biz I ain't got one yet, but I damn near want a kid The way that nigga be cappin', he should work at Lee's You don't pay no bills, ain't got no car, nigga, you still a kid You can't show me 20K or show me where you live

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  • Kasher Quon