Trick Daddy - Ho But You Can't Help It
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 b*tch
Gold-digging for them tender d*cks
A real nigg* never give you s**t Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your as* with a tube top
Letting stick they fingers all in the c*ck
p*ssy all big and wet, looking good and s**t
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same s**t you and that lil s**t
And every time I see you, you got to have d*ck
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardc*re sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy as* balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigg* 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 motherfker 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 b*tch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigg* 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 s**t 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 g*ngb*ng
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
fking with the wrong pops
Longsh*reman on the dock
Head, booty and c*ck
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 b*tch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
fked 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 nigg* disease free
Chorus
Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigg*
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
b*tch, you'se a fiend you want d*ck
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 d*ck s**t
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 jockin 'cause they c*ck fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fking every nigg* on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Chorus
Ho Ho Ho
Chorus with variation untill the end
* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami
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