Bitches & Ho's Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Dm][C][F][Am][C]
[Dm][F][C][F][C][Am][C][Am]
[Dm][C][Am][Em][Am][Em]
[C][Dm][C]
[Dm][C][Am][Em]
[C][Am][Dm][C]
[Willie D:] No sooner [Am]than I [Dm]walk in

[Verse 1]
the club I'm
gettin [C#dim]love from[C] the [Am]masses[Dm]
[Am]Women admiri[Dm]n'
my baldhead and glasses
They makin' passes, I see they [C#dim]asses,
[C]I'm get[Dm] tin' fli[C]rty
[Am]I got that liquor in my system,
[Dm]plus I'm wild and dirty
In my pockets is [C]tickets for the Rockets
[Am]Mil lion dollar nigga from the project[C]s
I see [Am]no l[Dm]ogic in niggas' hate
[C]when I ride past
[Dm]My .[C]45 sin[Am]g lul[C]
[Am]labyes to [Dm]they tired ass
See me, I be a can[C]didate
[Dm]for bustin'[Am]
Don't fuck around unless you
ready for the [Dm]re percussions
Baby blushing, she drives a [C]Benz,
but I handle 'em all
[Am]Sophisticated as fuck, and she ain't weari[Dm]n' no drawers

[Interlude 1]
[Dm][C][Am]
[Em][Am][Dm][C]
[Dm][C]
[Am][Em][C][Em][C][Dm][C]
[Scarface:] I met the [Dm]broad

[Verse 2]
in the parking lot,
[C]riding a 'Stang
Pulled her [Am]way up to her parking spot,
the escalade
She [Dm]hesitated for a minute,
then she fi[C]nally [Dm]stopped
[C]When she seen a nigga hollerin'
[Am]at her r[Dm]idin' a [Am]drop[Dm]
Out her car to my passenger
[Am]side [C]the bitch came
[Dm]Say [Am]she in a hurry[Dm] this time,[Am]
but [Dm]no thang
Here's the pager number,
I can [C]call at night
Rarely [Am]ever beeped a bitch,
[Dm]but this broad was tight
Better yet got the cellular number
[C], she seemed [Am]changed
Diamonds 'bout the size of a dime,
and [C]these [Dm]thangs
Tend [F]to 'em [Dm]open,
[A]no ques[C]tion and one [Dm]reason
[C]That diamonds be a girl's best [Dm]friends,
so [C]I t[Dm]reat them
[C]Like [Am]bitches

[Interlude 2]
[Em][Dm][C]
[Dm]
[C][G][Am][Em][Dm]
[C]
[Tela:] These [Dm]bitches

[Verse 3]
I be [Em]doin' [Am]in,
hoes I be screwin', [C]and
[Am]If she talk ab[Dm]out her friends,
[Am]then I probably [Dm]flew 'em in
What's a man troublin',
like [C]fuckin' in a bubble Benz
[Am]With her hair in the wind,
sittin' [Dm]up from the rim
Gettin' down, plenty room,
[C]it was in the [Dm]month of June
[Am]I was on promo[Dm]tional,
she [C]was into [Dm]trickin' dudes
I'm no dude, or no guy,
but [C]I can fuckin' get you high
I won't tell you any [Am]lie,
[Dm]I don't play with any mind
She know about the L- O-
T [C]an d how we roll
[Am]She know a[C]bout t[Am]he L- O- T
and say we [Dm]all cold
We can keep this on the know,
we [C]meet back in [Dm]Rio
[C]My bit[Am]ch and my ho,
my half- [Dm]black Philipino
You know
Come [C]on

[Outro 1]
[Am][Em][C][Dm][C]
[F][C][Dm][C]
[Am][Em][C][Dm][C]
[Dm][C]
[G][C][Am][Em][C][Em][C][Dm]
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[Dm][C][Am][Em][C][Dm]
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[Dm][C][Am][C][Dm]
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