Trick Daddy - Hoe But Can't Help It lyrics

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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

* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami