She a Soho coke ho
Sucking bleep for blow
Hundred dollar panties wadded up in her purse
She want an extra ounce
She might dress up like a nurse
It's just for fun, yo
This ain't a gig
But she still carry a gun
She still look out for the pig
'Coz she a soho coke ho
Wearing tinted glasses
If you buy her one more brick
You can snort some off her ass
Now I don't want to cast the first stone, bro
Everyone got problems of their own, yo
But people died on Everest
And it's 'coz of the snow
She still cashes checks from fashion shoots
She still pays her tax
She still got the shiny leather thigh high boots
Her mirrors crusted up with all that candle wax
Night time entrance: limo
Morning exit: cab
Fumbles for the bills but finds a bag
Her feathered hair is perfect
Someone call her dad
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