Текст песни Foxy Brown - Tramp, слова песни Foxy Brown

Текст песни Foxy Brown - Tramp

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(Tramp)Whatchu call me? (Tramp)Whatchu call me? (Tramp)Whatchu call me? (Tramp)Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must paySo listen close to what I sayDon`t take this as no simple rhymeBecause this type of shit happens all the timeNow, 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 likeJust a little bit of ice, carats straight for lifeThen 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 `emSmall thing, bitch we own thingsGive a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blueI 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 meCuz if you get too close I`mm have my folksPut ya’ll in emergencyGimme some room, all ya`ll niggaz wanna dig in my wombDon`t even know me, wanna fuck my friends?Give me head, drive my BenzSpendin` lately make me wanna fuck yo` friendSmack yo` bitch, take yo` 6, crash yo` shitLeave you numb, make me come, five more timesNeed five mo` bottles to get my shit wetYou ain`t even suck the tits yet, shitBreak me off, clothes come off, show me loveLet me hold somethin`, freak you offFuck you right, then sneak you offNow I’m straight, (bein` broke), I`m `bout to breeze offRepeat 1And these broke niggaz got some nerveThey be frontin` in the club with they man fursFive niggaz on one bottle of Cris`Then he talkin` me to death, fuck you takin` thisWhether he friend or foe`, gotta stone my lobesMatter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toesAnd whatever bitch you fuck, bet I’m twice them hoesAnd I want my pussy licked, after all my showsIt`s not a game, that I does my thingAnd if it ain`t light gray, betta be on ya wayAnd if my stones ain`t blue, no ass for youAnd if my ice ain`t red, then you deaded some headAll you tryin` to do is take Na Na to the TellyPhattin` up my belly, then lock me down, never thatI ball till the day I croak, bet that, gimme thatRepeat 1 until fade

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