Based On A True Story 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]
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