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Beep![Trick Daddy]I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hecticOld material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicksA real nigga never give you shit BiotchBorn and raised in the motherfucking projects hoGetting money by at the pak Jam, by the back doorWearing them shorts up your ass with a tube topLetting niggas stick they fingers all in the cockPussy all big and wet, looking good and shitSmelling like dead fishAnd every week it's the same shit you and that lil shitAnd every time I see you, you got to have dickYou wants mo' respectYou gets no respectAnd all you want is some hardcore sex1, 2, 3, yes you know4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your holeBack-to-back from the back, head and allDoo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass ballsIn the streets late-night me, you, and all my boysWhat I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)You got the nigga running up in youShake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"No good freak, is the same but I love youI'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?The next nut going out for your grandmaYou'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know itI figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know itOh, Oh, HoYou'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 exampleYou met a nigga named Mike at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the nightTimes are hard, you scared, your rent is dueIt aint no limit to the shit you doYou making records in the studioTelling me it aint who you know it's who you blowSheit,I'll hit you up for a gangbangHave you doing strange thangs for some small changeKeeping it realFucking with the wrong popsLongshoreman on the dockHead, booty and cockYou get what he gotShooting tech to his whole catTook him home let him hit you from the backWith tax because it's like thatI figure you'se a Ho Ho HoYou can't trustA bitch with a big buttYou get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touchJimmy-up when I bust herFucked herHIV can't trust herI got too much to loseCash rulesProtect the family jewelsYeah,And I ain't going out like EasyBelieve meA nigga disease free[Chorus][Trick Daddy]Had another baby, blame it on the same niggaReason being is seeing that he's a dope dealinBitch, you'se a fiend you want dickYou wan't much flow,But I can't pay you hoYou dissed Trick, And now you on the hitlistI dogged you out, and now you getting dick shitI told my boys That you make much noiseAnd you like getting off with those sex toysA bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*They got they drawers in they hands like it's okayThey got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fatThe young hoes turning heads 'cause they got backNow, they finer than them hos off TVBut, they fucking every nigga on fifteenthSo I figgaaaaaaa You'se a Ho Ho Ho[Chorus]Ho Ho Ho[Chorus with variation untill the end]more