Hmm uuh ahh

(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

Don't take this as no simple rhyme

Because this type of *** happens all the time

Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?

Would you *** him or would you deny?

***, it ain't like he don't know what we like

Just a little bit of ice, have it straight for life Then maybe we could talk about us '***in' tonight'

'Sixty-Nine No Change', 'In The Back Of The Range', 'Galloway' edition

Is yo' mother ***ers still pushin' expeditions?

Won't catch a bitch like na na rollin' in 'em

Small thing, bitch we own things

Give a *** if my ice colors orange or sky blue

I *** with you (Tramp, tramp, tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

What 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, uhh huh, get the *** away from me

(Tramp)

'Cuz if you get too close I'm 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 *** my friends?

Give me head, drive my Benz

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

Smack yo' bitch, take yo' six, crash yo' ***

Leave you numb, make me come, five more times

Need five mo' bottles to get my *** wet

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

Break me off, clothes come off, show me love

Let me hold some, freak you off

*** 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)

What whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Whatchu, 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, *** you takin' this

Whether he friend or foe, gotta stone my lobes

Matter of fact, *** that, nigga ice my toes

In whatever bitch you ***, bet I'm twice them hoes

And I want my pussy 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 ass for you

And if my ice ain't red, then you deeded some head

All you tryin' to do is take na na to the telly

Puttin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that

I ball till the day I croak, bet that, gimme that

(Hmm hmm hmm) (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 whatchu call me?

(Tramp, tramp, tramp) Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Huh whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

Whatchu call me?

(Tramp)