Lyrics:
Tramp On Your Street Tramp Tramp Tramp

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands '

narrow street of time Remember how we faced the world, like two tramps shinin' Please, don't let that magic ever end Don't forget what we learned livin' on

get top notchers, nobody want your busted ass Broke bitch Quit buyin? all them knockoff purses and clothes, bitch Broke bitch Always starin? at the ground, you need to hold your

the ways to get paid out is running your mouth That street life will keep me tight, I'm talking 'bout Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y'all That's on

Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this You never did this, sucking on a big dick What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize When I'm between your

on the fellas Bout to go eat at Della's I said it sure sounds good to me I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street Passed the acorns on my way, bitch.

come up I have your fake ass closin' up bank accounts Spittin' straight pimp game from the Oakland town It's been done before and I do it again You break your mama, your sista and all your

' on my folks I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes Bitches come a dime a dozen So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin Your two sisters, I even fuck your

I knew She fucked me, fucked him And she fucked all of them too So we worked the train on her And left enough stains on her neck Lookin' like a gold chain on