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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? |
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Home girls, attention you must pay |
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So listen close to what i say |
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Don't take this as no simple rhyme |
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Because this type of *******t happens all the time |
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Now, what would you do if a broke ******* came by? |
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Would you ******* him or would you deny? |
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*******t, it ain't like he don't know what we like |
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Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life |
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Then maybe we could talk about us '******' tonight' |
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69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition |
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Is ya'll mutha******s still pu*******n' expeditions? |
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Won't catch a ******* like na na rollin' in 'em |
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Small thing, ******* we own things |
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Give a ******* if my ice colors orange or sky blue |
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I ******* with you |
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1 - whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? |
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(tramp, tramp, tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? (tramp) |
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Whatchu call me? |
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(tramp, tramp, tramp) |
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T-r-a-m-p, get the ******* away from me |
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Cuz if you get too close i'mm have my folks |
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Put yaþll in emergency |
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Gimme some room, all ya'll *******z wanna dig in my womb |
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Don't even know me, wanna ******* my friends? |
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Give me head, drive my benz |
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Spendin' lately make me wanna ******* yo' friend |
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Smack yo' *******, take yo' 6, crash yo' *******t |
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Leave you numb, make me come, five more times |
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Need five mo' bottles to get my *******t wet |
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You ain't even suck the ******* yet, *******t |
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Break me off, clothes come off, show me love |
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Let me hold somethin', freak you off |
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******* you right, then sneak you off |
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Now iþm straight, (bein' broke), i'm 'bout to breeze off |
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Repeat 1 |
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And these broke *******z got some nerve |
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They be frontin' in the club with they man furs |
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Five *******z on one bottle of cris' |
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Then he talkin' me to death, ******* you takin' this |
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Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes |
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Matter of fact, ******* that, ******* ice my toes |
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And whatever ******* you *******, bet iþm twice them hoes |
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And i want my ******* licked, after all my shows |
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It's not a game, that i does my thing |
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And if it ain't light gray, betta be on ya way |
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And if my stones ain't blue, no ass for you |
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And if my ice ain't red, then you deaded some head |
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All you tryin' to do is take na na to the telly |
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Phattin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that |
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I ball till the day i croak, bet that, gimme that |
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Repeat 1 until fade |