Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tramp, artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Chyna Doll, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Violator
Song language: English
Tramp |
| 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) |
| 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 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 |
| Repeat 1 until fade |