Righteous Funk Boogie - Walkin' Like a Hoe lyrics

(Phone hang up) Verse 1: Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a n***a don't work fa' ya'll My dogs don't give a f** and we'll f** you s*uts on coconal b**h it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause b**h I feed 'cha ho Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a n***a don't need 'cha ho Believe me ho, b**h you don't know nann n***a like me How you gone play a n***a like me Straighten that thug n***a 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** 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**h you lied to me, said you was shy to me You out the closet now So b**h 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**h 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***a in the game You done tried to colt And done flip the damn thing just to have his last name f**ing with the last pimp And he tellin' you the same sh** 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 dick to be locked, co*ked and shot all over yo' forehead You a po' rat, and yo' p**y fat so show that (ho) See every nasty b**h, love nasty sh** and you know that (so ho) Getting you p**y eat while ya' masturbate That's a thing of the past Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b**h don't even ask Ho shut up Trina: n***a who the f** you calling a ho I ain't no motherf**ing 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**h you lied to me, said you was shy to me You out the closet now So b**h 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**h 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** for free Cause you don't do sh** for me And if you wanna stay with me you gotta break me off And play with that click for me, or s** this dick for me Get on top and do a split for me Cum all over my sh** for me, and make a spit for me b**h 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** you be starting see Young silly b**h stop following me I don't need 'cha Chorus 1x Trick Daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus