Hookers
They think they look good, yeah, they think they look fine
Hookers on the corner selling coochie for a dime
They lean into cars with their breasts hanging out
Talk to their tricks in a soft baby pout
What's up baby do you like what you see
It's all yours but you know it ain't for free
Gotta get em high so they can scream and holler
When it's all over wasn't worth a dollar
A hooker ain't picky she'll do it anywhere
Wipe off her coochie tuck the twenty in her hair
She's all about business when it comes to making money
Give it all away to the pimp who calls her honey
Then they get old and the crack rocks got em
And who wants a ho with no breasts and no bottom
Copyright © Robin Dewalt | Year Posted 2008
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