Tramp

(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 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 (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 me Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks Put ya'll in emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggas 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, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off Repeat 1 And these broke niggas got some nerve They be frontin' in the club with they man furs Five niggas 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 Repeat 1 until fade