Foxy Brown - Tramp lyrics

Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Homegirls attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this AS no simple rhyme Becuz this hyper sh** happens all the time Now who would you do if a broke n***a came by? Would you fu*k him or would you deny? sh**... It ain't like he don't know what we like Just a little bit of ice, haven't straight for life Then maybe we could talk about 'f**in' at night' 69 no change, in the back of the range Care away and diss you Is ya'll muthaf**az 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** if my ice colors all rains or sky blue I f** with you [CHORUS] Tramp, Tramp, tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp, tramp, tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp! What you call me?! Tramp, tramp, tramp! T-are-A-M-P, get the f** away from me 'cause if you get too close I'ma had my folks 'cause you an emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll n***az want a dick in my woom You don't even noom, want to f** my friends? Give me head and drive my Benz Spendin' lately, make me want to f** yo' friends Smack yo' b**h, take yo' 6, crash yo' sh** Leave you numb, make me come, five more times Need five mo' bottles, to get my sh** wet You don't even s** this hits yet, sh**... Break me off, clothes come off, show me love Let me hold somethin', freak you off f** you right, then sneak you off Now straight, (bein' broke), I'm out, the breeze off [CHORUS] Any sproke n***az got some nerves They be frontin' in the club, but they man first Five n***az on one bottle of Cris Then he talkin' me to d**h, f** you takin' this Whether he friend of fo', gotta stome my lopes Matter of fact, f** that, n***a ice my toe And whatever b**h you f**, bound twice them hoes Then I want my p**y licked, after all my shows It's not a game, it's betta test my thing And if it ain't like ???, betta be on ya way And if my stones ain't blue, no ask for you And if my ice ain't red, then you tell some heads What we're tryin' to do is take Na Na to the Telly Phattin' on my belly, then lock me down, never that I ball to the day I crope, back that gimme that [CHORUS]