Tramp Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! 

Homegirls attention you must pay 

So listen close to what I say 

Don't take this AS no simple rhyme 

Becuz this hyper shit happens all the time 

Now who 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, haven't straight for life 

Then maybe we could talk about 'fuckin' at night' 

69 no change, in the back of the range 

Care away and diss you 

Is ya'll muthafuckaz 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 all rains or sky blue 

I fuck with you 

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Tramp, Tramp, tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp, tramp, tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp! 

What you call me?! Tramp, tramp, tramp! 

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

'cause if you get too close I'ma had my folks 

'cause you an emergency 

Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz want a dick in my woom 

You don't even noom, want to fuck my friends? 

Give me head and drive my Benz 

Spendin' lately, make me want to fuck yo' friends 

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 don't even suck this hits 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 straight, (bein' broke), I'm out, the breeze off 

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Any sproke niggaz got some nerves 

They be frontin' in the club, but they man first 

Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris 

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

Whether he friend of fo', gotta stome my lopes 

Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toe 

And whatever bitch you fuck, bound twice them hoes 

Then I want my pussy licked, after all my shows 

It's not a game, it's betta test my thing 

And if it ain't like ???, betta be on ya way 

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

And if my ice ain't red, then you tell some heads 

What we're tryin' to do is take Na Na to the Telly 

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

I ball to the day I crope, back that gimme that 

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