Grown ass ho’s doin what they do They may Not be aware That they are ho’s for sure But yo Grown ass ho’s Look at the clothes? Check out the tramp stamp With the fishnet hose Check out the heels You couldn’t run in those The more she tries to hide it The more Ho she goes Like The makeup Painted like a breakup I can see trouble like a heart attack dessert Why that ass gotta be jammed into that skirt? What you trying to prove? That Stella still got that groove? I don’t know how you got those shoes Onto those cloven hooves. It’s pretty sad, to see And so the story goes What the hell is wrong with the grown ass ho’s? Here a ho there a ho Everywhere a ho ho “There she ho’s” And yo, he’s can ho too…. A he ho can be ho and you know it’s true There’s sure ways to know If you see one, because… Some dogs got more ho’s than Santa Claus And that’s the way that story goes… Grown ass ho’s. Sparkles on their toes That’s the way it goes Them grown ass ho’s… I ain’t judging If you wanna be a ho Then show that booty And away you go But If you don’t know Maybe someone needs to show you That with all that glitter you’re a grown ass ho. Grown ass ho’s doin what they do They may Not be aware That they are ho’s for sure But yo Grown ass ho’s Look at them clothes? Check out the tramp stamp With the fishnet hose… Here a ho, there a ho Everywhere a ho ho I’m saying no no You have got to go… He ho’s she ho’s they ho’s Bro. Someone needs to find a way To gently let them know. “Hey ho!” “Who you talking to?” “Don’t you know?” I am trying to find a way To let you know. Yo.
