Ole Milwaukee

Lyrics

[Intro] Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you just some new niggas new experience (x3) [Verse] In my hood sittin' on the hood lookin' up at the clouds Wearin' a hood with my bitch like "What's good?" with no doubt Wonderin' if I put my cock in Asian will she scream "Caucasian" Rented a Jeep for the weekend cause 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 nothin' in the life boy you braggin' about a fluke Nosy niggas ask my bitch about me instead of me stoppin' Bitch niggas need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip I got, 99 problems, and fuck nigga you and your comrades loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everythin' for taste of Pete's sake To think I did all this shit, over a relationship break I call her Mrs. Nothing, knowin' there's always somethin' Turn nothin' into something with London she just make assumptions From talkin' everyday, to phone calls once a week, from havin' somethin' 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 I'm Kurama Bell hands rubbed in Charlotte's web [?] to them pigs Still disturbin' the peace tellin' these kids it's only me Swazer told me I ever need anything then I got you When I'm on dates I hate niggas who stick or tryna watch you They askin' who the most innovative nigga is and it's not you Y'all spit flame but my beats show up like Amaterasu [Outro] Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you really just some new niggas new experience (x3)