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