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 shit happens all the time 
Now who 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, haven't straight for life 
Then maybe we could talk about 'fuckin' at night' 
69 no change, in the back of the range 
Care away and diss you 
Is ya'll muthafuckaz 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 all rains or sky blue 
I fuck with you 

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 fuck away from me 
'cause if you get too close I'ma had my folks 
'cause you an emergency 
Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz want a dick in my woom 
You don't even noom, want to fuck my friends? 
Give me head and drive my Benz 
Spendin' lately, make me want to fuck yo' friends 
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 don't even suck this hits 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 straight, (bein' broke), I'm out, the breeze off 

Any sproke niggaz got some nerves 
They be frontin' in the club, but they man first 
Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris 
Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this 
Whether he friend of fo', gotta stome my lopes 
Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toe 
And whatever bitch you fuck, bound twice them hoes 
Then I want my pussy 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 

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