Buddy Roe - Hoe but Can't Help It lyrics

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**h Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real n***a never give you sh** Biotch Born and raised in the motherf**ing projects ho Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door Wearing them shorts up your a** with a tube top Letting n***as stick they fingers all in the co*k p**y all big and wet, looking good and sh** Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same sh** you and that lil sh** 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 s** 1, 2, 3, yes you know 4, 5, 6, 7 n***as in your hole Back-to-back from the back, head and all Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy a** 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***a 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**er let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh? The next nut going out for your grandma [Chorus] 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**h you done dropped out of high school But who's the fool? You'se a prime example You met a n***a named Mike At the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due It ain't no limit to the sh** you do You making records in the studio Telling me it ain't who you know it's who you blow sh** I'll hit you up for a g**n Have you doing strange thangs for some small change Keeping it real f**ing with the wrong pops Longshoreman on the dock Head, booty and co*k 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's a Ho Ho Ho You can't trust A b**h with a big bu*t You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch Jimmy-up when I bust her f**ed her HIV can't trust her I got too much to lose Cash rules Protect the family j**els Yeah And I ain't going out like Easy Believe me A n***a disease free [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Had another baby, blame it on the same n***a Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin b**h, 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 sh** I told my boys That you make much noise And you like getting off with those s** toys A bunch of high school hoes at the Goom-Bay They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay They got all the n***as jockin cause they co*k fat The young hoes turning heads cause they got back Now, they finer than them hoes off TV But, they f**ing every n***a on fifteenth So I figga You's a Ho Ho Ho [Chorus] Ho Ho Ho