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Walkin' Like a Hoe Lyrics

(Phone hang up)

Verse 1:
Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a n**** don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a f*** and we'll f*** you s**** on coconal
b**** it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause b**** I feed 'cha ho
Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a n**** don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, b**** you don't know nann n**** like me
How you gone play a n**** like me
Straighten that thug n**** like me
And I know I shouldn't say this,
but just take the d*** and I slang this d*** for days (ho)
Try to explain this s*** 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**** you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

So b**** 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**** 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 n**** in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the d*** thing just to have his last name
f****** with the last pimp
And he tellin' you the same s*** he said last year
Same cheap shoes, same hair do's, and you still getting yo a**
You one of the slow ho's, and you got top of the line slow head
Like for the d*** to be locked, c***ed and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' p**** fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty b****, love nasty s*** and you know that (so ho)
Getting you p**** eat while ya' m*********
that's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b**** don't even ask
Hoe shut up
Trina:
n**** who the f*** you calling a ho
I ain't no m************ 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**** you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
So b**** 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**** you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now

Verse 3:

Ain't no d*** for free, ain't s*** for free
Cause you don't do s*** for me
And if you want to stay with me you gotta break me off
and play with that click for me, or suck this d*** for me
Get on top and do a split for me
c** all over my s*** for me, and make a spit for me b****
See I don't need 'cha, I don't see ya'
And I really wouldn't want to 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*** you be starting see
Young silly b**** stop following me
I don't need 'cha

Chorus 1x

Trick Daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus
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Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47 (2000)
Intro (Marvin Dixon) Boy Sittin' on D's Get On Up America Shut Up Thug for Life Hoe (skit) Walkin' Like a Hoe Tryin to Stop Smokin Bout My Money Could It Be Thug Life Again Kill Your a** Gotta Let You Have It Hoe but Can't Help It Outro (Marvin Dixon)