Where’s The Gold

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Skrub - Rap

Where’s The Gold

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[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 buss down 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 fuck well I really don't give a fuck 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 puff And I hear them always talkin' 'bout the G.O.A.T well I've been ready to go buck cunt [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 Kill 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 ([?] my favourite), 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 kill ' 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 [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

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