เนื้อเพลง Ho but You Can't Help It - Trick Daddy

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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 b*tch
Gold-digging for them tender d*cks
A real n*gga never give you sh*t Biotch
Born and raised in the motherf*cking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting n*ggas stick they fingers all in the cock
P*ssy all big and wet, looking good and sh*t
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same sh*t you and that lil sh*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 h*rdcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 motherf*cker 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 n*gga 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 sh*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 gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
F*cking 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 b*tch with a big b*tt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
F*cked 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 n*gga disease free

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Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same n*gga
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 sh*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 n*ggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they f*cking every n*gga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho

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Ho Ho Ho

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