Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Tramp songtekst

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Foxy Brown - 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 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, (bein` broke), I`m `bout to breeze off 
Repeat 1 
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 
Repeat 1 until fade
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Violator Records, L.L.C.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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