Tank - Old Girl lyrics

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Tank - Old Girl lyrics

[Verse 1:] What happened to the old girl [x2] She on twitter going crazy Doin anything for Facebook friends Bathroom shots in Instagram But i can hit her with a quickie But what i want little lady Get on like we did in the eighties What happened to the old girl The kind you just couldn't take home and hit What happened to the old girl The type that just wouldn't take your sh** The old girl her mama though her everything If you want it you going to need a ring If you hear what I'm trying to say I want the old girl you don't gotta call to come over A couple text about s** will do fine As long as i bend her over You going to probably beat it on the first night What i want little lady Can only be found in the eighties [Chorus:] What happen to the old girl The kind you just couldn't take home and hit The old girl the type that wouldn't take your sh** The old girl her mama though her everything If you want it you going to need a ring If you hear what I'm trying to say [Verse 2:] I don't see how n******gs want to leave the one there with them Just for the one that they hit Where we from they compete to get in where they don't fit Just so I'm about f** them if they can't stand you They long for the throne where you sit Still I'm like oh oh not the night there you go again You know we talk about a lot of sh** you never shared with him You swear you an a**et to him but who you better with Be patient enough to get a taste of your own medicine Everytime you move you find reasons I'm better than Who ever you think is in the picture cam Maybe I'm just too blunt all you do is share a grant You've been down this road before No one to switch the spare again You got me you got a man for life I swear that introduction was natural But looking at it now you think we got to plan it twice Like I'm linked between both worlds I'm missing that old girl Sitting down still wishing they still make them like my old girl Learn to separate my at home girl from my own girl Never judge a book by its cover to the facts is constant It ain't sh** to read if the table ain't got no content I just want to know [Chorus:] I just want to go back to the old girl The kind you just couldn't take home and hit The old girl the type that wouldn't take your sh** The old girl her mama though her everything If you want it you going to need a ring If you hear what I'm trying to say I want the old girl

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