Ty Fyffe - Tramp lyrics

(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 sh** happens all the time Now, what would you do if a broke n***a came by? Would you f** him or would you deny? sh**, 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 'f**in' tonight' 69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition Is ya'll muthaf**ers 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 orange or sky blue I f** 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 f** 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 n***as wanna dig in my womb Don't even know me, wanna f** my friends? Give me head, drive my Benz Spendin' lately make me wanna f** yo' friend 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 ain't even s** the tits 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 I'm straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off Repeat 1 And these broke n***as got some nerve They be frontin' in the club with they man furs Five n***as on one bottle of Cris' Then he talkin' me to d**h, f** you takin' this Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes Matter of fact, f** that, n***a ice my toes And whatever b**h you f**, bet I'm twice them hoes And I want my p**y 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 a** 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