They drive by
And see me on the street
They frown like their better then me
But I'm just like you
Trying to make do
Just trying to make it through
I got no money
So I'll be your huney
If you give me a 20
So what if I'm a hoe
I just need the dough
To feed my baby boy
Who's at home alone.
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