ThouxanBanFauni - Ole Milwaukee lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - Ole Milwaukee lyrics]
Ay you took my old hoe, ay
You took my old bitch
Ay you took some new niggas new experience
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 it's 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 it's not you
Yall spit flame but my beats Amaterasu
Ay you took my old hoe, ay
You took my old bitch
Ay you really took some
New niggas new experience
You took my old bitch
Ay you took some new niggas new experience
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 it's 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 it's not you
Yall spit flame but my beats Amaterasu
Ay you took my old hoe, ay
You took my old bitch
Ay you really took some
New niggas new experience