เนื้อเพลง Walkin' Like a Hoe - Trick Daddy

(Phone hang up)

Verse 1:

Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a n*gga don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a f*ck and we'll f*ck you sl*ts 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 n*gga don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, b*tch you don't know nann n*gga like me
How you gone play a n*gga like me
Straighten that thug n*gga 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 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*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 n*gga in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the damn thing just to have his last name
F*cking 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 d*ck to be locked, cocked 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 sh*t and you know that (so ho)
Getting you p*ssy eat while ya' masturbate
that's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b*tch don't even ask
Hoe shut up

Trina:
N*gga who the f*ck you calling a ho
I ain't no motherf*cking 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 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 s*ck this d*ck 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*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 sh*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