tramp

brown, foxy

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

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 shit happens all the time

now

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 like

just a little bit of ice

carats straight for life

then 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 'em

small thing

bitch we own things

give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue

i fuck with you

- whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

whatchu call me?

t-r-a-m-p

get the fuck 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 niggaz wanna dig in my womb

don't even know me

wanna fuck my friends?

give me head

drive my benz

spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend

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 ain't even suck the tits 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 i'm straight

i'm 'bout to breeze off

and these broke niggaz got some nerve

they be frontin' in the club with they man furs

five niggaz on one bottle of cris'

then he talkin' me to death

fuck you takin' this

whether he friend or foe'

gotta stone my lobes

matter of fact

fuck that

nigga ice my toes

and whatever bitch you fuck

bet i'm twice them hoes

and i want my pussy 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

Full Lyrics: tramp - brown, foxy