Kunci Gitar Little Hooker
Willie D
Willie D

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

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