Lyrics:
the insects and the trash
She is a lady, I'm the tramp
Collecting stares from pairs close by
Then flutters in a butterfly
Ew, just a moth drawn to the lamp
times
When you stabbed me in the back now I’m in front of this track
Damn tramp stamps shit ya people keep clapping and laughing
See how funny it is when
leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
in your settlement
Should I... bring wash like the government
The flow is dangerous as unguarded children
Runnin the streets in a project buildin'
So
pass you by
I get up, I get down
III I Get Up, I Get Down
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take
Said I'm lost in my mind
Blurry visions and my powdered lines help my vibe as you pass by mine
Passion surging through the night my soul is burning
Baby, darling, honey, tramp, superstitious lady
And the tide is coming
And the rain is falling
And the dreams are fading
into misty grey clouds in
business in drugs is gettin' too risky.
So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps' diamonds and pearls.
Straight up, baby, I'm blowin' up in
life to live here, this town is a graveyard
Well every day the problem seems to multiply
And everybody's keeping busy getting by
Well if you listen
with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
girl
You grew up riding the subways running with people (running, running)
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp but you're no lady (no
a subterranean cave
and what's the difference now?
The tramp the tames the iron trail
Czar of the rails
is never for sale
Who
Who knows
Where the hobo goes?
Who
shady ( I'm moving shady)
Yea I fuck him like a tramp cause I'm not his lady (I'm not his lady)
Nah
Keep him on his knees
Now I lay me down to sleep
over and fuck you by my studio councils
Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood
Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
Throwin' up the hood, yeah,
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
The first time that she said let's start our family
I said hon I've got the whole wide world to see
So come along and be this drifter's lady the next
the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the shootin kind.
Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I
aint got no roof
people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love
Love
stamps
Ain't no ladies only hoes and tramps
Trapping cause they trapped
End that bullshit by raising this and getting heritage back on track
And
Where has
he after the
F
uckin' like a rabbit and she after the cabbage With her lips thinkin' some shit
Sorry baby girl, this is Nico Stop this, I'm a tramp
segment
The nigga gone with the quickness!
Only thing you'll get from the "be "
Is put quick on the shit list!
So to the ladies if you're asking
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