Foxy Brown Lyrics
Foxy Brown Lyrics
"Tramp Lyrics"
The Very Thought Of You Lyrics
-Artist: Nat King Cole -Words and Music by Ray Noble -charted in 1934 by Ray Noble (#1) and Bing Crosby (#11) -charted in 1944 by Vaughn Monroe (#19) -sung by Doris Day in the 1950 film "Man With A Horn" -charted in 1961 by Little Willie John (#61) -charted in 1964 by Rick Nelson (#26)
(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 shit happens all the time
Now, what 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, carats straight for life
Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight'
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is ya'll muthafuckers 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 orange or sky blue
I fuck 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 fuck away from me
Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks
Put ya???ll in emergency
Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb
Give me head, drive my Benz
Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend
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 ain't even suck the tits 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 I???m straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off
Repeat 1
And these broke niggaz got some nerve
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs
Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris'
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes
Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toes
And whatever bitch you fuck, 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 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
-Artist: Nat King Cole -Words and Music by Ray Noble -charted in 1934 by Ray Noble (#1) and Bing Crosby (#11) -charted in 1944 by Vaughn Monroe (#19) -sung by Doris Day in the 1950 film "Man With A Horn" -charted in 1961 by Little Willie John (#61) -charted in 1964 by Rick Nelson (#26)
(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 shit happens all the time
Now, what 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, carats straight for life
Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight'
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is ya'll muthafuckers still pushin' expeditions
Howl Lyrics
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl Fuck it I feel like howling Got nowhere to turn They’ll kill you For your spirit This is what you learn The music of tomorrow is What you feel today The owners of the future Is not the one they say
?Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl Fuck it I feel like howling Got nowhere to turn They’ll kill you For your spirit This is what you learn The music of tomorrow is What you feel today The owners of the future Is not the one they say
Won't catch a bitch like Na Na rollin' in 'em
Small thing, bitch we own things
Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue
I fuck 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 fuck away from me
Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks
Put ya???ll in emergency
Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb
A Million Crises Lyrics
So I try to reach for the window sight, another Sunday bright But the fever makes me weak for light, I think I'll stay in bed 'til night I can't tell by words but it's time to search and replace In despair and out of command I'm close to collapse As my needs are breaking down my defence, corroding to e
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Don't even know me, wanna fuck my friends?So I try to reach for the window sight, another Sunday bright But the fever makes me weak for light, I think I'll stay in bed 'til night I can't tell by words but it's time to search and replace In despair and out of command I'm close to collapse As my needs are breaking down my defence, corroding to e
Give me head, drive my Benz
Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend
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 ain't even suck the tits 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 I???m straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off
Repeat 1
And these broke niggaz got some nerve
They be frontin' in the club with they man furs
Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris'
14:59 Lyrics
(I touch the world as never seen before) As the light goes down and the curtain falls I make my way back to the catacombs and call Go to the motions until they grate How I long to be back in that place If only for another moon, another sun, another play As the hum dies down and the pieces fall
Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this(I touch the world as never seen before) As the light goes down and the curtain falls I make my way back to the catacombs and call Go to the motions until they grate How I long to be back in that place If only for another moon, another sun, another play As the hum dies down and the pieces fall
Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes
Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toes
And whatever bitch you fuck, 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 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