SA'RA CHARISMATA


Gold Digga Lyrics

Intro:
Shifa naniheh sloch
Shifa nanineh
Shifa nanineh sloch
Shifa nanineh

Verse 1:
Cold sweat in an ugly stranger's bed
Toxic kisses, bourbon in his breath
Champs Elysees, private in the air
All these riches, money grubbing bitches

Chorus:
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga

Verse 2:
Funds low got no money in the bank
Rich power bitch movin' like a tank
Indie swag, tote bag, haters for dinner
I'm a lady-like sinner

Chorus:
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga

Bridge:
Fake rich
Fake f**k
Fake tits
Borrowed Dollar

Fake house
Fake lips
Money slave on a collar

Chorus:
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga
(Hell no) I'd rather die die die
Than be a gold gold digga

Shifa naniheh sloch
Shifa nanineh
Shifa nanineh sloch
Shifa nanineh

Cold sweat in an ugly strangers bed

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Record Label(s): 2014 Spinnup
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