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TRICK DADDY Miscellaneous Ho But You Can't Help It"(feat. Buddy Roe Beep! [Trick Daddy] I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit And every time I see you, you got to have dick You wants mo' respect You gets no respect And all you want is some hardcore sex 1, 2, 3, yes you know 4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole Back-to-back from the back, head and all Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun) You got the nigga running up in you Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you" No good freak, is the same but I love you I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh? The next nut going out for your grandma You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Oh, Oh, Ho You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it [Buddy Roe] Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school But who's the fool? You'se a prime example You met a nigga named Mike at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due It aint no limit to the shit you do You making records in the studio Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow Sheit, I'll hit you up for a gangbang Have you doing strange thangs for some small change Keeping it real Fucking with the wrong pops Longshoreman on the dock Head, booty and cock You get what he got Shooting tech to his whole cat Took him home let him hit you from the back With tax because it's like that I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho You can't trust A bitch with a big butt You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch Jimmy-up when I bust her Fucked her HIV can't trust her I got too much to lose Cash rules Protect the family jewels Yeah, And I ain't going out like Easy Believe me A nigga disease free [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick You wan't much flow, But I can't pay you ho You dissed Trick, And now you on the hitlist I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit I told my boys That you make much noise And you like getting off with those sex toys A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay* They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back Now, they finer than them hos off TV But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth So I figgaaaaaaa You'se a Ho Ho Ho [Chorus] Ho Ho Ho [Chorus with variation untill the end] |
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