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 sh** happens all the time
Now who would you do if a broke n***a came by?
Would you fu*k him or would you deny? sh**...
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 'f**in' at night'
69 no change, in the back of the range
Care away and diss you
Is ya'll muthaf**az still pushin' expeditions?
Won't catch a b**h like Na Na rollin' in 'em
Small thing, b**h we own things
Give a f** if my ice colors all rains or sky blue
I f** 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 f** away from me
'cause if you get too close I'ma had my folks
'cause you an emergency
Gimme some room, all ya'll n***az want a dick in my woom
You don't even noom, want to f** my friends?
Give me head and drive my Benz
Spendin' lately, make me want to f** yo' friends
Smack yo' b**h, take yo' 6, crash yo' sh**
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times
Need five mo' bottles, to get my sh** wet
You don't even s** this hits yet, sh**...
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love
Let me hold somethin', freak you off
f** you right, then sneak you off
Now straight, (bein' broke), I'm out, the breeze off
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Any sproke n***az got some nerves
They be frontin' in the club, but they man first
Five n***az on one bottle of Cris
Then he talkin' me to d**h, f** you takin' this
Whether he friend of fo', gotta stome my lopes
Matter of fact, f** that, n***a ice my toe
And whatever b**h you f**, bound twice them hoes
Then I want my p**y 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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