Ho, Ho, Sideline Ho, You's a ho, you's a ho, sideline ho
When you called his phone, did he pick it up?
No, 'cause we was making love.
Did you meet his moms, have you met his kids? No, oh, did you know my kid was his?
Get your shit together you're making a fool of yourself,
It don't matter if he spends the night, his home is somewhere else
Ain't you tired of being on the side line, tired of getting yours after I get mine baby?
Second place don't get a prize when you gone realize
You're wasting your time baby
Ain't you're tired of him getting, hitting real quick, then rolling and
Ain't you're tired of when you need a little change and he lies about what he holding?
Ain't you're tired of spending all the holidays alone, tired of being his little sideline ho?
Do he take you out, do he foot your bills, no oh, 'cause I know what his balance is
Have you been to his church,
Do he ask you to pray, no oh 'cause Sunday's Family day
Do you got benefits, no, credit cards, no, house keys, no, then you's a sideline ho,
Do you get pillow talk, no, held at night, no,
If you don't make his breakfast then you's a sideline ho
You's a ho, You's a ho, sideline ho
[Thanks to Destiny Lashea, Helene Bradford (email@example.com) for correcting these lyrics]
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