Punk Hoe lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yee]
Ayy, Uncle Short what it do n*gga? (what up?)
Fab n*gga, what it is n*gga? (what's up cousin?)
It's Lil Yee in this motherf*cker man

[Chorus: Too $hort]
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Lotta real players in here, and we don't let fake hoes interfere
'Cause you a tramp, b*tch you a f*ck ho
Tried to run with the b*tch but he fumbled
Might see me somewhere with a rich ho
Give a f*ck about your money, you a b*tch ho
I hit a b*tch from the back, I just wanna bone
You a player like me, you can sing along
Who the hell you think you foolin' with that fake gold?
Punk ass b*tch, you a fake ho
Over here, over there, another fake ho
Anywhere, everywhere I see these fake hoes
Might be your little sister, she a punk ho
Might be your little brother, he a punk ho
I'ma tell you how it is if you a punk ho
Don't come around here, we don't f*ck with those
[Chorus: Too $hort]
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho

[Verse 2: Lil Yee]
Ayy, I can't stand no broke ass busted b*tch
Twenty-five on my neck, six on the fit
Sixteen in my clip, watch them loose lips
I can't save her, I'ma slave her, she a loose b*tch
I'm a motherf*ckin' player
And I'm ridin' 'round my city with some fifties and some flavors
Couple white b*tches, only smoke papers
But eat di*k and love to do favors
Little tramp, give me stacks or be gone
Mister Maison Margiela what my feet on
Ain't no free sh*t, b*tch I need a fee ho
Talkin' down on my G, I'm a P ho
F-I-L-L, M-O-E though
I don't think you know what that mean though
I'ma break her and shake her and get ghost
Run it in and put a young n*gga in the Ghost

[Chorus: Too $hort]
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
[Verse 3: Prezi]
You a fag, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
I been bangin' in them projects on Harder Road
You can catch me in them places n*ggas never go
Claimin' that y'all pimpin' with them b*tches that ain't never ho
I'm gettin' paper, I been 'bout it, I been active
Gun on me, been breakin' b*tches, I been mackin'
You been broke, you playin' roles, you been actin'
You n*ggas fake and ain't got no game, you need practice
Broke b*tches can't do nothing for me
Gotta grind all week 'cause ain't nothin' for free
This sh*t crazy, you f*ck n*ggas lazy
The money got moves but it'll never shake me
Claimin' that you sinnin' but you kissin' that b*tch
She was gone thirty minutes, now you missin' that b*tch
I can't stand a b*tch n*gga that got ho ways
b*tch ain't bringin' nothin' to the table, she gets no play, it's Prezi

[Verse 4: Oke Junior]
Do as you told, I do what I please
She in the streets sellin' pus*y, chargin' n*ggas a fee
Recruit her ass to the team, we gon' run it up
Solo dolo, I don't trust her, you the type to cuff
You talk sh*t, get slapped up, we're ready for action
Don't really want no problems, whole squad will act up
sh*t get tragic, we up in this b*tch
b*tches really only love you for the money you get
Yeah we up in this b*tch, livin' life, lovin' this sh*t
Had to glow up, take a look at my wrist
Get your mind on track and tell that man fall back
Messin' with your head, tellin' lies, no facts, uh
Livin' better now, no more hand-me-downs
Back shots whenever I put it down
Ready for action, baby what's happenin'
We on the wave, rock the boat for the captain
[Chorus; Too $hort]
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho
You a tramp, you a b*tch, you a punk ho