Tramp

(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 s**t happens all the time
Now, what would you do if a broke nigg* came by?
Would you fk him or would you deny?
s**t, 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 'fkin' tonight'
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is ya'll muth*fkers still pushin' expeditions?
Won't catch a b*tch like Na Na rollin' in 'em
Small thing, b*tch we own things
Give a fk if my ice colors orange or sky blue
I fk with you
(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

1 - Whatchu call me? (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 fk away from me
Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks
Put yall in emergency

Gimme some room, all ya'll wanna dig in my womb
Don't even know me, wanna fk my friends?
Give me head, drive my Benz
Spendin' lately make me wanna fk yo' friend
Smack yo' b*tch, take yo' 6, crash yo' s**t
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times
Need five mo' bottles to get my s**t wet
You ain't even suck the t*ts yet, s**t
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love
Let me hold somethin', freak you off
fk you right, then sneak you off
Now Im straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off

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And these broke got some nerve
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs
Five on one bottle of Cris'
Then he talkin' me to death, fk you takin' this
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes
Matter of fact, fk that, nigg* ice my toes
And whatever b*tch you fk, bet Im twice them hoes
And I want my p*ssy 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 as* 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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