Little Hooker chords by
Willie D
Willie D

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Key: D# minor
Verse 1
Fm
Fm
Hello?
Hey girl, what's up?
Girl, nothing, what's going on?
Ab
Ab
Girl, I got something to tell you.
What, girl?
Fm
Fm
You know that bitch named
Kim that called her
Troy?
Oh yeah, yeah, what about her?
Ab
Ab
Bitch tried to talk to
Kevin.
Fm
Fm
No!
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Called herself her friend and tried
to fuck my man.
Ab
Ab
That's mighty funny. I heard the hoes stayed
Fm
Fm
with a bulldagger for three years.
But you ain't got nothing to worry about.
That girl look like she got
Down
Ab
Ab
Syndrome anyway.
Fm
Fm
That was a bitch named
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Chuck, a .k .a.
Kim
Davis
Ab
Ab
She'd do anything to be famous
Fm
Fm
Sucked
Ab
Ab
James
Fm
Fm
Dick for a record contract
Ab
Ab
And dropped some shit called
Bb
Bb
Pay back
Fm
Fm
Well, the shit was whack, I got pooped
Ab
Ab
And still sittin' in the
White
Bb
Bb
House, troop
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Collectin' dust like an old antique
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
And everybody's mad at the freak
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Who stuck a shot up her
Fm
Fm
ass to be desired
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
With no booty to plan backfire
Fm
Fm
You little knock -kneed hoe,
you should head
Ab
Ab
Cause you look like one of
Bb
Bb
Jerry's kids
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
But you think that you're pretty
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
19 and you look like you're 50
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Next time you wanna wear hot shorts
Ab
Ab
Get rid of them goddamn
Bb
Bb
stretch marks
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Cause you ain't no looker
Bb
Bb
Fm
Fm
You little hooker
I said you ain't no looker
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
You motherfuckin' little
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
hooker
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
You little hooker
Fm
Fm
Use some protection,
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
and stop giv ing niggas yeast infections
Put a fan in your pussy,
and give it a break
Ab
Ab
Cause it's hotter than a
Bb
Bb
musket lunch plate
Fm
Fm
And let's get it straight, who's stinky?
Ab
Ab
I'm sniffing your pussy with my pinky
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Oh, what a drag
Transvestite, you can't fight
Ab
Ab
Got your ass whooped
Bb
Bb
Ab
Ab
in the club one night
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
But fuck it, some girls mad
Ab
Ab
And your motherfuckin'
Fm
Fm
so -called friends ran
And them cheap ass birds
from the swat mark
Ab
Ab
That your friend named
Fm
Fm
Tasha mama bought
Cause you wanna be stars,
act like you're large
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
Rid ing around in rental cars
Fm
Fm
I know the story behind the
Ab
Ab
Rolex on your wrist
Your breath still smell like dicks
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
From the trips to all the big fights
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Well the tricks get tricked if the
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
price is right
Bb
Bb
Fm
Fm
Dumb hoe,
you're stuck your foot in your mouth
Ab
Ab
Now the fat lady's
Bb
Bb
hanging her as s off
Fm
Fm
And it's just lovely
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
With all that makeup on, you're still ugly
Fm
Fm
So change your name once more to
So -So
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
Cause you ain't choice, hoe
Fm
Fm
But you think you the shit freak
riding around
Houston
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
And that beat up ass jeep,
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
so go to hell like the devil do
Ab
Ab
Cause you can't fuck
with the fuck with the
Fm
Fm
W
Ab
Ab
And don't drag your boy
Fm
Fm
friend into this
Ab
Ab
Cause he'll get his ass kicked quick
Fm
Fm
When you get old you have a big gut
Ab
Ab
sucking somebody's muck
You sleazy slut,
Fm
Fm
you got all the symptoms
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
It's in your blood to fall vic tim
Fm
Fm
Cause your granny was a hoe,
and your mama was a hoe too
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
And then came you
Fm
Fm
And if I dug up the
rest of your family roots
Ab
Ab
I find nothing but some bitches
Fm
Fm
and prostitutes
Ab
Ab
Ahhhhhh
Fm
Fm
Give me that
Ab
Ab
Ahhhhhh
Give me that
F
F
Bb
Bb
C
C
La da da da stylin' down
F
F
Stylin' down, stylin' down
Bb
Bb
Fm
Fm
La da da da stylin' down
Woooo!
Ab
Ab
Cuz I'm pretty good with them things
Fm
Fm
Bitch you forgot I was the
kappa of the kappas
Ab
Ab
So when I see ya,
Bb
Bb
I'mma slap ya
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
And make you take off them
Fm
Fm
dirty chicks, foo
Ab
Ab
That you been havin'
Bb
Bb
on since middle school
Fm
Fm
I remember when your
pussy was tighter
Ab
Ab
Now we're at odds,
Bb
Bb
so you find yourself a new rider
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Change your style, frontin' like you classy
Ab
Ab
But everybody know you
Bb
Bb
know your ass is nasty
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
I went to see your show,
it was wack
Ab
Ab
Niggas started fightin' cause they
wanted their money back
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
You're not le git, you need to quit
Ab
Ab
You couldn't drive flies
to a pile of hard shit
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Knock your head, bitch, or get your duck sick
Ab
Ab
I wouldn't fuck that bitch
with your dick
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Cause her pussy is stacked with herpes,
Ab
Ab
syphilis
Fm
Fm
Next time your ass wanna step
Ab
Ab
Bb
Bb
Come back with a lot of fuckin' help
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
But you still get thrashed,
you're low class
Ab
Ab
Lil' snake in the grass,
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
nasty ass
Ab
Ab
F
F
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
We got the little hooker on tape, now!

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