King Louie Old Bitch Lyrics
Old Bitch by King Louie
[Chrous: King Louis]
Lets do it, lets do it old bitch
Thinking 'bout my old bitch, like fuck my old bitch
Pocket full of bands like my old whip
Smoking on that grand daddy, that's my old piff
Catch a nigga lacking, its a wrap, no gift
Everyday I'm high, smoking nose bleed
Like I'm trying to OD, my hoes call me Goldie
Macking like I flip up, all I know is sucker free
Get money, sip cup, I'm a diamond in the rough
[Verse 1: King Louis]
All I know is flame up, my niggas' done came up
I got a steamer, bitch, let me and my man fuck
We can make you famous, stay fly on some flame shit
Baby fine and she give me my head on some brain shit
Fuck the baddest, V12, I came quick and she came back
This your bitch you should train that -, forty on me, I bang that
Strip club, I might rain that, all hundred's, where's the chains at
I'm like shorty, what that mouth do, speak into my microphone
Tell me something 'bout you, my girls, they like girls too
Mollies, jimmy got those too
You know that I'm balling, baby, you should let me coach you
[Chrous: King Louis]
All I know is pour up sprite and pour up
Bitches get around me, in turn, they ho up
So your bitch, it's be like a robbery, nigga, give yo ho up
She's jocking on my swag, she like my car, she love the motor
You ain't know a young, nigga, balling back
All them back boys try calling back, just might blow this all today
On the first day, she went all the way
Bring your girlfriend and we all can play
I'll take them down if they're jumping me, my dick need some company
I really love some girls that I should leave when I love some girls
We share drugs and we share girls
What am I going to do with all these girls, I'm gon' turn up
With these girls, I'm a pop a couple mollies
With these girls, MOB, I don't love these girls
[Chrous: King Louis]
Lets do it, lets do it old bitch
Thinking 'bout my old bitch, like fuck my old bitch
Pocket full of bands like my old whip
Smoking on that grand daddy, that's my old piff
Catch a nigga lacking, its a wrap, no gift
Everyday I'm high, smoking nose bleed
Like I'm trying to OD, my hoes call me Goldie
Macking like I flip up, all I know is sucker free
Get money, sip cup, I'm a diamond in the rough
[Verse 1: King Louis]
All I know is flame up, my niggas' done came up
I got a steamer, bitch, let me and my man fuck
We can make you famous, stay fly on some flame shit
Baby fine and she give me my head on some brain shit
Fuck the baddest, V12, I came quick and she came back
This your bitch you should train that -, forty on me, I bang that
Strip club, I might rain that, all hundred's, where's the chains at
I'm like shorty, what that mouth do, speak into my microphone
Tell me something 'bout you, my girls, they like girls too
Mollies, jimmy got those too
You know that I'm balling, baby, you should let me coach you
[Chrous: King Louis]
All I know is pour up sprite and pour up
Bitches get around me, in turn, they ho up
So your bitch, it's be like a robbery, nigga, give yo ho up
She's jocking on my swag, she like my car, she love the motor
You ain't know a young, nigga, balling back
All them back boys try calling back, just might blow this all today
On the first day, she went all the way
Bring your girlfriend and we all can play
I'll take them down if they're jumping me, my dick need some company
I really love some girls that I should leave when I love some girls
We share drugs and we share girls
What am I going to do with all these girls, I'm gon' turn up
With these girls, I'm a pop a couple mollies
With these girls, MOB, I don't love these girls
[Chrous: King Louis]