Song | Tramp |
Artist | Foxy Brown |
Album | Chyna Doll |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(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 *******t happens all the time | |
Now, what would you do if a broke ******* came by? | |
Would you ******* him or would you deny? | |
*******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 '******' tonight' | |
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition | |
Is ya'll mutha******s still pu*******n' expeditions? | |
Won't catch a ******* like na na rollin' in 'em | |
Small thing, ******* we own things | |
Give a ******* if my ice colors orange or sky blue | |
I ******* 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 ******* away from me | |
Cuz if you get too close i'mm have my folks | |
Put yaþll in emergency | |
Gimme some room, all ya'll *******z wanna dig in my womb | |
Don't even know me, wanna ******* my friends? | |
Give me head, drive my benz | |
Spendin' lately make me wanna ******* yo' friend | |
Smack yo' *******, take yo' 6, crash yo' *******t | |
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times | |
Need five mo' bottles to get my *******t wet | |
You ain't even suck the ******* yet, *******t | |
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love | |
Let me hold somethin', freak you off | |
******* you right, then sneak you off | |
Now iþm straight, (bein' broke), i'm 'bout to breeze off | |
Repeat 1 | |
And these broke *******z got some nerve | |
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs | |
Five *******z on one bottle of cris' | |
Then he talkin' me to death, ******* you takin' this | |
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes | |
Matter of fact, ******* that, ******* ice my toes | |
And whatever ******* you *******, bet iþm twice them hoes | |
And i want my ******* 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 |
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 t happens all the time | |
Now, what would you do if a broke came by? | |
Would you him or would you deny? | |
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 '' tonight' | |
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition | |
Is ya' ll mutha s still pu n' expeditions? | |
Won' t catch a like na na rollin' in ' em | |
Small thing, we own things | |
Give a if my ice colors orange or sky blue | |
I 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 | |
Tramp, get the 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 z wanna dig in my womb | |
Don' t even know me, wanna my friends? | |
Give me head, drive my benz | |
Spendin' lately make me wanna yo' friend | |
Smack yo' , take yo' 6, crash yo' t | |
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times | |
Need five mo' bottles to get my t wet | |
You ain' t even suck the yet, t | |
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love | |
Let me hold somethin', freak you off | |
you right, then sneak you off | |
Now i m straight, bein' broke, i' m ' bout to breeze off | |
Repeat 1 | |
And these broke z got some nerve | |
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs | |
Five z on one bottle of cris' | |
Then he talkin' me to death, you takin' this | |
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes | |
Matter of fact, that, ice my toes | |
And whatever you , bet i m twice them hoes | |
And i want my 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 |
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 t happens all the time | |
Now, what would you do if a broke came by? | |
Would you him or would you deny? | |
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 '' tonight' | |
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition | |
Is ya' ll mutha s still pu n' expeditions? | |
Won' t catch a like na na rollin' in ' em | |
Small thing, we own things | |
Give a if my ice colors orange or sky blue | |
I 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 | |
Tramp, get the 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 z wanna dig in my womb | |
Don' t even know me, wanna my friends? | |
Give me head, drive my benz | |
Spendin' lately make me wanna yo' friend | |
Smack yo' , take yo' 6, crash yo' t | |
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times | |
Need five mo' bottles to get my t wet | |
You ain' t even suck the yet, t | |
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love | |
Let me hold somethin', freak you off | |
you right, then sneak you off | |
Now i m straight, bein' broke, i' m ' bout to breeze off | |
Repeat 1 | |
And these broke z got some nerve | |
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs | |
Five z on one bottle of cris' | |
Then he talkin' me to death, you takin' this | |
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes | |
Matter of fact, that, ice my toes | |
And whatever you , bet i m twice them hoes | |
And i want my 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 |