[Lyric] Got Old (OGB Tre)

[Intro: OGB Tre]
OGB up in this bitch
I don’t show love for a bitch
I might have to call up the hoes

[Chorus}
Miss my hoes, my bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes
Miss my hoes, my bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes
[Verse]
Most of these niggas prefer to get silly
Bitch wanna fuck, text me she wanting the glizzy
Suck me so good, I start to get to dizzy
After we fuck, she eat on the philly
Said she went home with a fucked 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 killing
They gave me a check, and I might as well spend it
Caucasian my bitch, 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 bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes
Miss my hoes, my bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes
[Verse 2]
Fuck on your bitch, and she swallow my kids
Niggas turn soft when I make a remix
My nigga 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 fucking with me
Give me the mic when I step in the booth
I’m with your bitch, I think she was feeling me
I gave her dick and it’s still not enough
Your bitch got a beak, and look like duck
I keep it silent like I keep it tucked
Fuck on rotation, my bitches be stuck
Call up my niggas, they say I got drip
Pleasure for business, she still on my dick
She need the money, I gave her the tip
My nigga be careful, you don’t wanna trip
Niggas be cocky, they all about talking
They know what’s up, they know to keep walking
Niggas look up whenever I walk in
I just got the bag, you know that I bought it
Calling your bitch while she sucking my dick
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 bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes
Miss my hoes, my bitch got old, but I still get head
Get in her guts, I’m feeling her toes
My nigga 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
Bitch wanna fuck, I might put her on ghost
I’m in the city, can’t fuck with these hoes