Walkin' like a hoe

Walkin' like a hoe Lyrics

(Phone hang up)

Verse 1:

Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a nigga don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a f**k and we'll f**k you sl*ts on coconal
b**ch it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause b**ch I feed 'cha ho
Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a nigga don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, b**ch you don't know nann nigga like me
How you gone play a nigga like me
Straighten that thug nigga like me
And I know I shouldn't say this,
but just take the dick and I slang this dick for days (ho)
Try to explain this sh*t away
I'm 24/7 like Triple A, so shut up

Chorus:

You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But b**ch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

So b**ch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But b**ch you lied to me, huh, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

Verse 2:

Now that's a shame,
you done fell in love with another nigga in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the damn thing just to have his last name
f**king with the last pimp
And he tellin' you the same sh*t he said last year
Same cheap shoes, same hair do's, and you still getting yo ass
You one of the slow ho's, and you got top of the line slow head
Like for the dick to be locked, cocked and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' pussy fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty b**ch, love nasty sh*t and you know that (so ho)
Getting you pussy eat while ya' masturbate
that's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b**ch don't even ask
Hoe shut up

Trina:
Nigga who the f**k you calling a ho
I ain't no motherf**king ho

Trick:
What up, what up, should a surprised me

Chorus:

You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But b**ch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

So b**ch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But b**ch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

Verse 3:

Ain't no dick for free, ain't sh*t for free
Cause you don't do sh*t for me
And if you wanna stay with me you gotta break me off
and play with that click for me, or suck this dick for me
Get on top and do a split for me
Cum all over my sh*t for me, and make a spit for me b**ch
See I don't need 'cha, I don't see ya'
And I really wouldn't wanna be ya'
You done tried me and done lied to me
So it's hard for me to believe ya'
And I don't need 'cha, calling me,
Talking 'bout come go to the mall with me
And I hate the sh*t you be starting see
Young silly b**ch stop following me
I don't need 'cha

Chorus 1x

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