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**Verse 1**

I been in the streets, baby, mindin’ my biz,

Lookin’ too good, yeah, you know how it is.

Phone keep buzzin’, everybody say hey,

But I got one rule and it goes this way—

**Chorus**

If you’re a hoe, you gotta go,

Don’t bring that drama to my front door.

If you got three phones and they all on low,

Baby, pack your bag, you already know.

If you’re a hoe, you gotta go,

No free trials, no extra show.

You can shake that ass, you can steal the show,

But if you’re a hoe—baby, you gotta go!

**Verse 2**

He said, “That’s my cousin,” I said, “Boy, please,”

Your cousin got hearts all under your feed.

Said you at the store, but you gone till four,

And somehow your shirt inside out at the door.

**Chorus**

If you’re a hoe, you gotta go,

Don’t bring that drama to my front door.

If your location off and your story move slow,

Baby, pack your bag, you already know.

If you’re a hoe, you gotta go,

I ain’t CSI, I don’t need no more.

Go be for the streets, go put on a show,

But if you’re a hoe—baby, you gotta go!

**Outro**

No hard feelings, no fight, no fuss,

Just take your little toothbrush and get off my bus.

One last rule before I close this show—

If you’re a hoe… YOU GOTTA GO!