Walkin' Like a Hoe

(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 fuck and we'll fuck you sluts on coconal Bitch it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause bitch I feed 'cha ho Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a nigga don't need 'cha ho Believe me ho, bitch 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 shit 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 bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me You out the closet now So bitch 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 bitch 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 Fucking with the last pimp And he tellin' you the same shit 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 bitch, love nasty shit 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 bitch don't even ask Ho shut up Trina: Nigga who the fuck you calling a ho I ain't no motherfucking 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 bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me You out the closet now So bitch 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 bitch 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 shit for free Cause you don't do shit 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 shit for me, and make a spit for me bitch 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 shit you be starting see Young silly bitch stop following me I don't need 'cha Chorus 1x Trick Daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus