Gold Diggers

And then we realize we can't compete with this"Women can't be trusted" theoryUse us for our bodies and we get nothing in returnThen turn around and call us users, when we ask for the iron instead of the burn"See I knew it, yall girls always have yall hands out." For he knows that fear of him leaving or us seeming needy and greedy, will force us to put our hands upAnd SURRENDERThe fear of being alone scares us more than the fear of being disrespectedOur ego is small, longing for his attention like children who were neglectedDeep down he knows netflix and chill is all he needs to get into our goldOr all he's willing to giveHe wants a free ticket inside our hour glass figuresWhen you look closely, women aren't the real gold diggers

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