Little Hooker chords by
Willie D
Willie D

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

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