Trick Daddy - Walkin' Like A Hoe

(Phone hang up)

Verse 1:

Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a nigg* don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a fk and we'll fk you gals on coconal
b*tch it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause b*tch I feed 'cha ho
Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a nigg* don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, b*tch you don't know nann nigg* like me
How you gone play a nigg* like me
Straighten that thug nigg* like me
And I know I shouldn't say this,
but just take the d*ck and I slang this d*ck for days (ho)
Try to explain this s**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*tch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

So b*tch 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*tch 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 nigg* in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the d*mn thing just to have his last name
fking with the last pimp
And he tellin' you the same s**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 d*ck to be locked, c*cked and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' p*ssy fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty b*tch, love nasty s**t and you know that (so ho)
Getting you p*ssy eat while ya' masturb*te
that's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b*tch don't even ask
Hoe shut up

Trina:
nigg* who the fk you calling a ho
I ain't no motherfking 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*tch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

So b*tch 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*tch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

Verse 3:

Ain't no d*ck for free, ain't s**t for free
Cause you don't do s**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 d*ck for me
Get on top and do a split for me
c*m all over my s**t for me, and make a spit for me b*tch
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 s**t you be starting see
Young silly b*tch stop following me
I don't need 'cha

Chorus 1x

Trick Daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus

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