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letra de got old - ogb tre

got old lyrics
[intro: ogb tre]
ogb up in this b-tch
i don’t show love for a b-tch
i might have to call up the hoes

[chorus}
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes

[verse]
most of these n-ggas prefer to get silly
b-tch wanna f-ck, text me she wanting the glizzy
suck me so good, i start to get to dizzy
after we f-ck, she eat on the philly
said she went home with a f-cked up achiles
my heart getting cold, the weather got chilly
might take an offer when offered a milly
catching a charge, like what am i k!lling
they gave me a check, and i might as well spend it
caucasian my b-tch, but i want a latina
i know that she chill, but she know i’m a cheater
the drama get real when she having my fetus
invite her ass over, i might as well feed her
sit on my knowledge like most of my teachers
[chorus}
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes

[verse 2]
f-ck on your b-tch, and she swallow my kids
n-ggas turn soft when i make a remix
my n-gga be trippin, we just bought the kit
make it a living, but i’m still a jit
shout out matias, he made it with me
know we go crazy, they f-cking with me
give me the mic when i step in the booth
i’m with your b-tch, i think she was feeling me
i gave her d-ck and it’s still not enough
your b-tch got a beak, and look like duck
i keep it silent like i keep it tucked
f-ck on rotation, my b-tches be stuck
call up my n-ggas, they say i got drip
pleasure for business, she still on my d-ck
she need the money, i gave her the tip
my n-gga be careful, you don’t wanna trip
n-ggas be c-cky, they all about talking
they know what’s up, they know to keep walking
n-ggas look up whenever i walk in
i just got the bag, you know that i bought it
calling your b-tch while she sucking my d-ck
i told her to do it, she told me you’d flip
they offer me lean, i’m feelin the hit
spend me a 50, i feel like a pimp
[chorus}
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes
miss my hoes, my b-tch got old, but i still get head
get in her guts, i’m feeling her toes
my n-gga you kidding, you know that you told
letting her know when i’m touching her throat
my father told me i don’t need to tote
b-tch wanna f-ck, i might put her on ghost
i’m in the city, can’t f-ck with these hoes

- ogb tre

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