Tramp-Foxy Brown
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Tramp - Foxy Brown

Written by:V. Axlerod/T. Fyffe/Philip Lehman/Inga Marchand/Gabriel Alexander Roth

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*t happens all the time

Now what would you do if a broke ni**a came by

Would you f**k him or would you deny

Sh*t 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**kin' tonight'

69 no change in the back of the range calloway edition

Is ya'll muthaf**kers 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**k if my ice colors orange or sky blue

I f**k with you

Tramp tramp tramp

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**k 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 f**k my friends

Give me head drive my Benz

Spendin' lately make me wanna f**k yo' friend

Smack yo' b***h take yo'6 crash yo' sh*t

Leave you numb make me come five more times

Need five mo' bottles to get my sh*t wet

You ain't even suck the tits yet sh*t

Break me off clothes come off show me love

Let me hold somethin' freak you off

F**k you right then sneak you off

Now I'm straight bein' broke I'm 'bout to breeze off

Tramp

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

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 f**k you takin' this

Whether he friend or foe' gotta stone my lobes

Matter of fact f**k that ni**a ice my toes

And whatever b***h you f**k bet I'm twice them hoes

And I want my p**sy 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

Tramp tramp tramp

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

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

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