Foxy Brown - Tramp 
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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 
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Whatchu call me? (Tramp) 
Whatchu call me? (Tramp) 
Whatchu call me?
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Whatchu call me? (Tramp) 
Whatchu call me? (Tramp) 
Whatchu call me? (Tramp) 
Whatchu call me? 
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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 
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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