Ole Milwaukee by Thouxanbanfauni Lyrics
[Intro]
(x3)
Ay you took my old hoe, ay you took my old bitch, ay you took some new niggas new experience
[Verse]
In my hood sitting on the hood looking up at the clouds Wearing a hood with my bitch like whats good with no doubt Wondering if i put my cock in asian will she spring caucasian
Rented a jeep for the weekend cus her grandad own a cabin in the Appalachians
You roll that gas and sour d feel like you ain't held a nuke, you never won nothing in the life boy you bragging about a fluke
Nosy niggas ask my bitch about me instead of me stopping, bitch niggas need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip
I got, 99 problems, and fuck nigga you and your comrads loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one
Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everything for taste of pete's sake
To think i did all this shit, over a relationship break
I call her mr's nothing, knowing there's always something
Turn nothing into something with London she just make assumptions
From talkin' everyday, to phonecalls once a week, from having something to say and now we barely even speak
New hoe hit my line she a gardener plant her own marijuana, rose petals all over me in the backyard, i think im Kurama
Bell hands rubbed in charlottes (?) to them pigs
Still disturbing the peace telling these kids its only me
Swazer told me i ever need anything then i got you
When im on dates i hate niggas who stick or tryna watch you
They askin' who the most innovative nigga is and its not you
Yall spit flame but my beats (?) Amaterasu
[Outro]
(3x)
Ay you took my old hoe, ay you took my old bitch, ay you really took some new niggas new experience
(x3)
Ay you took my old hoe, ay you took my old bitch, ay you took some new niggas new experience
[Verse]
In my hood sitting on the hood looking up at the clouds Wearing a hood with my bitch like whats good with no doubt Wondering if i put my cock in asian will she spring caucasian
Rented a jeep for the weekend cus her grandad own a cabin in the Appalachians
You roll that gas and sour d feel like you ain't held a nuke, you never won nothing in the life boy you bragging about a fluke
Nosy niggas ask my bitch about me instead of me stopping, bitch niggas need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip
I got, 99 problems, and fuck nigga you and your comrads loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one
Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everything for taste of pete's sake
To think i did all this shit, over a relationship break
I call her mr's nothing, knowing there's always something
Turn nothing into something with London she just make assumptions
From talkin' everyday, to phonecalls once a week, from having something to say and now we barely even speak
New hoe hit my line she a gardener plant her own marijuana, rose petals all over me in the backyard, i think im Kurama
Bell hands rubbed in charlottes (?) to them pigs
Still disturbing the peace telling these kids its only me
Swazer told me i ever need anything then i got you
When im on dates i hate niggas who stick or tryna watch you
They askin' who the most innovative nigga is and its not you
Yall spit flame but my beats (?) Amaterasu
[Outro]
(3x)
Ay you took my old hoe, ay you took my old bitch, ay you really took some new niggas new experience