- Foxy Brown Tramp 歌詞
- Foxy Brown
- (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
Dont take this as no simple rhyme
Because this type of *******t happens all the time
Now, what would you do if a broke ******* came by?
Would you ******* him or would you deny?
*******t, it aint like he dont know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life
Then maybe we could talk about us ****** tonight
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is yall mutha******s still pu*******n expeditions?
Wont catch a ******* like na na rollin in em
Small thing, *** **** we own things
Give a ******* if my ice colors orange or sky blue
I ******* 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 ******* away from me
Cuz if you get too close imm have my folks
Put yaþll in emergency
Gimme some room, all yall *******z wanna dig in my womb
Dont even know me, wanna ******* my friends?
Give me head, drive my benz
Spendin lately make me wanna ******* yo friend
Smack yo *******, take yo 6, crash yo *******t
Leave you numb, make me come, five more times
Need five mo bottles to get my *******t wet
You aint even suck the ******* yet, *******t
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love
Let me hold somethin, freak you off
******* you right, then sneak you off
Now iþm straight, (bein broke), im bout to breeze off
Repeat 1
And these broke *******z got some nerve
They be frontin in the club with they man furs
Five ****** *z on one bottle of cris
Then he talkin me to death, ******* you takin this
Whether he friend or foe, gotta stone my lobes
Matter of fact, *** **** that, ******* ice my toes
And whatever ******* you *******, bet iþm twice them hoes
And i want my * ****** licked, after all my shows
Its not a game, that i does my thing
And if it aint light gray, betta be on ya way
And if my stones aint blue, no ass for you
And if my ice aint 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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