Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Tramp

rate me

(Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

Home girls, attention you must pay

So listen close to what I say

Don't take this as no simple rhyme

Because this type of shit happens all the time

Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?

Would you fuck him or would you deny?

Shit, it ain't like he don't know what we like

Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life

Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight'

69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition

Is ya'll muthafuckers still pushin' expeditions?

Won't catch a bitch like Na Na rollin' in 'em

Small thing, bitch we own things

Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue

I fuck with you

(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me? (Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

T-R-A-M-P, get the fuck away from me

Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks

Put ya'll in emergency

Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb

Don't even know me, wanna fuck my friends?

Give me head, drive my Benz

Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend

Smack yo' bitch, take yo' 6, crash yo' shit

Leave you numb, make me come, five more times

Need five mo' bottles to get my shit wet

You ain't even suck the tits yet, shit

Break me off, clothes come off, show me love

Let me hold somethin', freak you off

Fuck you right, then sneak you off

Now I'm straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off

And these broke niggaz got some nerve

They be frontin' in the club with they man furs

Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris'

Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this

Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes

Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toes

And whatever bitch you fuck, bet I'm twice them hoes

And I want my pussy licked, after all my shows

It's not a game, that I does my thing

And if it ain't light gray, betta be on ya way

And if my stones ain't blue, no ass for you

And if my ice ain't red, then you deaded some head

All you tryin' to do is take Na Na to the Telly

Phattin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that

I ball till the day I croak, bet that, gimme that

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