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Tramp
1,260
R&B/Soul
Tramp was released on January 1, 1999 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album Chyna Doll
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1999
LabelDef Jam Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Fyffe
Tyrone Fyffe
Songwriter
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Songwriter
Philip Lehman
Philip Lehman
Songwriter
Gabriel Roth
Gabriel Roth
Songwriter
V. Axlerod
V. Axlerod
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyrone Fyffe
Tyrone Fyffe
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
[Verse 2]
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 shit happens all the time
[Verse 3]
Now, what would you do if a broke **** came by?
Would fuck him or would you deny?
Shit, it ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little it of ice carats straight for life
[Verse 4]
Then maybe we could talk about us fuckin' tonight
69, no change, in the back of the range
Calloway edition, is y'all motherfuckers still pushin'
Expeditions? Won't catch a bitch like
[Verse 5]
Nana rollin' in 'em, small thing, bitch, we own things
Give a fuck if my ice colors orange
Or sky blue, I fuck with you
[Verse 6]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) W-w-what you call me?
[Verse 7]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tra-tra-tramp)
[Verse 8]
T-R-A-M-P
Get the fuck away from me
'Cause if you get too close I'ma have my folks
Put y'all in emergency
[Verse 9]
Gimme some room, all y'all **** wanna dig in my womb
Don't even know me, wanna fuck my friends?
Give me head, drive my Benz
Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck your friend
[Verse 10]
Smack your bitch, take your six, crash your shit
Leave you numb, make my come five more times
Need five more bottles to get my shit wet
You ain't even suck the tits yet, shit
[Verse 11]
Break me off, clothes come off, show me love
Let me hold something, freak you off
Fuck you right, then sneak you off
Now I'm straight, IU'm 'bout to breeze off (Bein' broke)
[Verse 12]
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
[Verse 13]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you, what you  call me?
(Tra-tra-tramp)
[Verse 14]
And these broke **** got some nerve
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs
Five **** on one bottle of Cris'
Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this
[Verse 15]
Whether he friend or foe, gotta stone my lobes
Matter of fact, fuck that, ****, ice my toes
And whatever bitch you fuck, bet I'm twice them hoes
And I want my pussy licked after all my shows
[Verse 16]
It's not a game, that I does my thing
And if it ain't light gray, better be on your way
And if my stones ain't blue, no ass for you
And if my ice ain't red, then you deaded some head
[Verse 17]
All you tryna do is take Nana to the Telly
Fattin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that
I ball till the day I croak
Bet that, gimme that
[Verse 18]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
[Verse 19]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you, what you call me?
[Verse 20]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
[Verse 21]
(Tra-tra-tramp) What you call me?
(Tramp) What you call me?
Written by: Gabriel Roth, Inga Marchand, Philip Lehman, Tyrone Fyffe, V. Axlerod
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